Her Room
Anja Garbarek
I am in her room.
It's I who live here now.
I don't know how I got here.
There's this man who comes every night.
An hour passes and then another.
Smoking slowly.
Her death. Was she already dead when I came?
I mean enough to bury.
I am in her room.
It's I who live her now.
I don't how I got here.
There's this man who comes every night.
I count my cigarettes.
