NIGHT BUS to Baris Women were lying with horrible knife wounds the bus drove on without stopping those living on the floors above had bolted their doors to the screams below. I watched the same reel, shivering lightly night after night, secretly learning my part every day, and I waited my turn to see my own face on the screen, I've paid the entrance fee to enter myself. The night kissed him on the brow, on the lips, opened the door and ushered him to his seat, — neither man, nor woman — mass produced dollies to tickle the flesh blood-red drinks in hand went round and round the house of lust. They asked us who we were, but we forgot our names, we had been severed from ourselves by horses with dark wings... The night changed our clothes and fastened sequins on our hair then carried us off to a sunken land. Women were lying with horrible knife wounds and the bus drove on without stopping.