Because my mind is filled with the sight of naked bodies,
I see blurred parades,
I see wings pierced by bullets,
I see holes filled with the hungry gathering before my eyes,
tangling with one another like a snake show.
The rejection from hospitals composes my mind.
There are no pure cells, no intentions at all.
Limbs, thunders, fetuses ravage my mind,
and tumble within me like Leviathan in the cracks of the past —
an entire nation crashing,
mothers, statues, madonnas, ruins.
I have been stripped, consumed, and cast away.
I am dancing and I want to dance;
I want you to see me as an anonymous insect,
and do not seek beauty here.
There is a bit of everything —
some crippled,
some fulfilled,
some perfected,
embryos, dried skins.
Language has vanished, forgotten in meals and kisses.
Arithmetic, power — cities have never possessed these.
Only God knows what has been built in them today.
The echoes I scattered across the houses of the world
curse me as an ignorant.
It feels as if I can hear the cracking of my own flesh,
as if I can hear you speaking with mouths full of curse.
