şi moșneagu o zis când ei se uitau printr-un geam străin într-o viață străină c-aiși nu-i nică de văzut

un fal(u)s într-un
corp de (s)lut
[(u)(s)]

and perhaps
the most meaningful thing i've done today was
clearing the shit spot that my roommate left in the toilet
with my piss

la vie en rose

but
damn
pink doesn't represent me

could we somehow avoid
turning
the feelings that serve as an umbilical cord between two
into
a wrinkled belly button?

yes, i'm a fraud
and
yes, i'm a crime.

but
what is the motive
and
who is the felon?