12. F.I.A.T.

My hearing is all torn up

I envy your repose

Factory steamships

At anchor

In the suburbs of the town

I wish I could empty myself out

Like you

After your confinement

Pneumatics fart silently into my back

Electric buttons are on my nerve-ends

Your modern white nickel-plated room

The cradle

Scant noises from the hospital

Saint Clothilde

I’m in a fever all the time

Paris Addresses

To be in your shoes

What a turn!

It’s the first time I’m envious of a woman

I’d like to be a woman

To be a woman

In the universe

In life

To be

And open up to the childlike future

I who am bedazzled

Blériot headlights

Automatic starter

Look

My pen gambols

Beat it!

April 1914.