Manila, I give you my new handbag,
I give you designer shoes. Manila,
your beautiful hair needs to be combed,
tied up with feathers and glass; Manila
you are not listening to me, we must
paint your nails. Manila, wear fur,
wear leather. Manila, follow me —
Manila, one more drink. Manila can’t
dance. I give you one more drink. Manila,
don’t cry. Manila, how to get home? I give
you cab fare, I give you a red light, the
next street corner. Manila, where are you
going? Manila, get up off the ground.
after Khlebnikov, but terribly.