poem_the good boy

The Good Boy
Julio Cortázar

I’ll never learn how to take off my shoes and let the city

bite my feet

I won’t get drunk under bridges, I won’t make mistakes

of style.

I accept this destiny of ironed shirts,

I get to the movies on time, I give up my seat to old ladies.

Extended derangement of the senses make me sick, I prefer

toothpaste and towels. I have my vaccinations.

Look at this lousy lover, incapable of jumping into a

fountain

to catch you a little red fish

in front of the outraged eyes of cops and nannies.

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