can’t speak about you in words but
in the heaviness of trees on unrelated stones
or all the things I didn’t chew
the worm of history froze silent
no axis mundi in my blood but
dysmorphic dreams
your rancid placenta
I can’t speak while
you spin around on streets smelling of flesh
and the layers of time squeeze all the screams of me
mother: the furthest language
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
can’t speak about you in words but
in the heaviness of trees on unrelated stones
or all the things I didn’t chew
the worm of history froze silent
no axis mundi in my blood but
dysmorphic dreams
your rancid placenta
I can’t speak while
you spin around on streets smelling of flesh
and the layers of time squeeze all the screams of me
mother: the furthest language
