Aesthetic experience
At the age of seven she asked her parents:
–that dog over there, is it beautiful or ugly?
–ugly.
From that day on
that dog with its worm-eaten skin
and its one remaining fang
secretly toyed with her.
It’s snout gave her some stones, and she returned with bread.
Seated in the bathroom at the age of twenty three
that chlorinated air remind her of it:
–beautiful.