"War."
War and nothing is going on.
I go into town to beg for cigarettes.
I've always known your scent, but you've never been closer.
Sometimes when it's cold in the morning,
you put my underwear on by mistake.
In 10 years we haven't been together as much
as we have this five months.
Now you've got my sweater on all day.
Your joy at the package of humanitarian aid
makes me happy and sad at the same time.
And I ask myself, where on Earth to find us coffee every night?
There isn't a single panel of glass left in our windows,
and there's just no way to get rid of the lagging flies.