there once was a couple with only one chair

in the chair sat the ovulated wife

and sat the menstruated wife

the man sat in the chair erect there was

this one convention between the couple

that the chair would be a regulating ritual 

of the dirtiness type of object of contamination 

of the woman things in the man things 

afterwards they lay in the very only bed for one

pregnancy never happened and the wife died sitting

in the chair the husband married again but

the new wife brought along another chair and

pregnancy never happened thought 

the first husband

we’re not using the same chair

the husband died in the first chair

and the second wife kept the house

with the only bed and she got rid of the first

chair

a fisherman bought the chair for three

scrawny sardines and sat in the chair

facing the world and precisely the world he knew he was

fenced off from the first aura

a chair where the first one 

and the contamination

the fisherman was creating another chair

the third

a 

daughter of that first convention