I GET UP TO MAKE YESTERDAY INTO THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY Poem by Delphine Lecompte

I get up to think about yesterday
Yesterday I wrote a bad poem
But I thought it was great
Yesterday I washed an aphasic woman
And stole a culinary magazine
From the waiting room at my mother's gynaecologist's.

The aphasic woman was called Martha
She used to be a truffle grater in a factory
I haven't looked at the culinary magazine yet
My mother's still got a uterus
But she doesn't use it.

After thinking about yesterday
I contemplate the day before yesterday
The day before yesterday I didn't wash anybody
Especially myself
I didn't steal any magazines
My father wrote to me on a postcard of a grazing zebra
That he was proud of his nursing daughter who had given birth
To a son without a harelip
The trunk of the plane tree was wet
With an Irish tourist's urine.

The Irish tourist wanted to murder me yesterday
I don't want to think about that too long
After all, it's today that matters
Now
Now I've re-read my poem
Again it's not great.