Ulandstrasse 99

She turned on a red light
when he came
and the next day
she soaped her legs
in the wash basin.

They must still be there in Berlin.

They both smelt of something that wasn’t
money: she of taxi driver
you, of baking.

It was summer, it’s true.

Sweat betrays all customers.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill