Lumi Videla

I saw two women


Discussing gamma rays

In front of a coffee house

Both had boyfriends

Also twins

Who were purchasing

Bottles of clean white air

For the journey


Prince had lined up his soldiers

On the wooden table

In the kitchen of our house

They were firing randomly

At your palace

The air was no longer clean

I asked him to return his soldiers

To the box

But he refused to resign their positions


The train on which we were travelling

Lost power

We remained stationary

In a deep dark tunnel

Until one of our guards

Opened a white bottle

Without thinking

When playing dice

For her clothes


Our train began to move

Freedom rushed through the carriage

Carrying a gun

There was no longer a need to lie