I’m suffocating in the silence of this night;
You’re suffocating me with your serenity.
the only thing I see is the raspberry jam
frothing,
mouldy,
I have no intention of throwing it.

You said: This is my grandmother’s jam,
and I said: Yes, indeed;
I don’t admit
to not giving a damn for your grandma,
but imagining that tasty thing
I see you:
sweet,
tasty,
finger-licking.