At Night - Bosse-de-Nage

When she was a child, Marie decided to live her life as a horse

She greatly enjoyed her agony, but eventually the humiliations of

The saddle lost their appeal.

She lives with me now, in this house

Where every night we play the same game.

It begins at dusk;

Marie taunts me with her naked breasts, which hang like

Dazzling moons, then I dump one of our many overflowing

Ashtrays over her body.

The ashes cling to the urine on her torn

Clothes forming new, amusing patterns each time.

At night she

Reenacts scenes from her passion.

She kicks and screams on all

Fours—her violent dressage thrills me.

When she is too tired to

Move, I collect the bitter flakes from her head.

I press against her

Naked body and squeeze it until she loses any remaining

Pretense of beauty.

These acts are nauseating but necessary