Emiliana Torrini

I´m pretending to be a good fishermans woman
just like Anna Ingunns mom
the gladiator of all fishermens wives
it makes it alot easier thinking of you
on the sea
where you have to be months at a time
working hard in the day
your hands cracking from the cold and the sod
in the night when you go to bed
you try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing the boat breathing
and the only thing you can think of is me
waiting for you
by the window
with the brightest red lipstick on my lips
just like Anna waits for her man
how will I learn? I´ll wait