my monkey reads you well

your hands in your pocket
that lopsided smile
your balled handkerchief in right pocket
coat all wrinkled
and jeans so dirty

my monkey reads you well

your feet so dirty
sweat stains on your shirt
your suitcase open
in the centre of the room
a banana on top of it

my monkey reads you well

on that bed
under the covers
sloppily you fall asleep
I scatter the pillows
my deed done so well

my monkey reads me well

it pushes me into the bathroom
under flowing water I wash it
it hands me a towel,
I wipe it clean
taking in back where it belongs

my monkey reads me well

it was I who knifed him
if we had left the room
and gone on our way
but for my monkey who wanted to stay

“and why not, it was his monkey too”

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