It's like my wife said,
at least I think it was my wife:
I was fond of pictures but now
the nails on the wall are quite enough.
We discuss in whispers how to do it,
standing up or lying down or front to back,
but by the time we decide,
the workers have returned from break
and are attacking the building
with sledgehammers and crowbars.
Maybe tomorrow, she says, getting out of bed.