… ist ein wun­der­ba­res Gedicht von Bri­an Pat­ten, auf das mich Sabi­ne Dau­ner auf­merk­sam gemacht hat:

HAIR TODAY, NO HER TOMORROW

‚I“ve been ups­tairs, she said.
‚Oh yes?‘ I said.
‚I found a hair,‘ she said.
‚A hair?‘ I said.
‚In the bed,‘ she said.
‚From a head?‘ I said.
‚It’s not mine,‘ she said.
‚Was it black?‘ I said.
‚It was,‘ she said.
‚I’ll explain,‘ I said.
‚You swi­ne,‘ she said.
‚Not quite,‘ I said.
‚I’m going,‘ she said.
‚Plea­se don’t,‘ I said.
‚I hate you!‘ she said.
‚You do?‘ I said.
‚Of cour­se!‘ she said.
‚But why?‘ I said.
‚That black hair,‘ she said.
‚A pity,‘ I said.

‚Time for truth,‘ she said.
‚For con­fes­si­ons?‘ I said.
‚Me too,‘ she said.
‚You what?‘ I said.
‚Someone else,‘ she said.
‚Oh dear,‘ I said.
‚So the­re!‘ she said.
‚Ah well,‘ I said.
‚Guess who?‘ she said.
‚Don’t say,‘ I said.
‚I will,‘ she said.
‚You would,‘ I said.
‚Your fri­end,‘ she said.
‚Oh damn,‘ I said.
‚And his fri­end,‘ she said.
‚Him too?‘ I said.
‚And the rest,‘ she said.
‚Good God!‘ I said.

‚What’s that?‘ she said.
‚What’s what?‘ I said.
‚That noi­se?‘ she said.
‚Ups­tairs?‘ I said.
‚Yes,‘ she said.
‚The new cat,‘ I said.
‚A cat?‘ she said.
‚It’s black,‘ I said.
‚Black?‘ she said.
‚Long-hai­red,‘ I said.
‚Oh no,‘ she said.
‚Oh yes,‘ I said.
‚Oh shit!‘ she said.
‚Good­bye,‘ I said.

‚I lied,‘ she said.
‚You lied?‘ I said.
‚Of cour­se,‘ she said.
‚About my fri­end?‘ I said.
‚Y‑ess,‘ she said.
‚And the others?‘ I said.
‚Ugh,‘ she said.
‚How odd,‘ I said.
‚I’m for­gi­ven?‘ she said.
‚Of cour­se,‘ I said.
‚I’ll stay?‘ she said.
‚Plea­se don’t,‘ I said.
‚But why?‘ she said.
‚I lied,‘ I said.
‚About what?‘ she said.
‚The new cat,‘ I said.
‚It’s white,‘ I said.