panic syndrome

This mania of mine
to leave
the curtains open…
No suspicions.
No setbacks.
There is nothing more.

Five hundred grams
of flour
any six eggs
etc.

Beat it all
and mix
with fresh cheese…

All
so sweet,
so light.
New clothes,
open doors.
Belts.
Chastity.

My mania
to keep
the curtains
open
and the taps
shut.