When you shaved your head I found a mark, like the one on Gorbatchov’s head. We drank so much wine through our lives, is it possible the wine now wants to come back through the skin? What scars of mine would you find if I was as naked as you? Now you've shaved your head, you look as you’ve told me everything that you have ever hidden. Hope I'll never be this ill, I don't want to spill the truth, I don't want to spill the wine.
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Really nice piece – especially the tone of it, which is both playful (‘is it possible the wine now wants to come back through the skin?’) and hints at more serious matters (‘What scars of mine would you find if I was as naked as you?’) – and that’s quite a difficult thing to pull off successfully. Also, even though it’s a prose poem, it uses sound and rhyme adeptly – adding to the overall tonal effect.