..myself and my mother

by Lucia Daramus

my mother had big belly

in her cave I lay 9 months.

god, god stuck my look

not to look in people's eyes.

even in the womb

god, god gave me to suck lorazepam

occasionally haloperidol.

the mother's belly was a pothole with sleepers.

there, the subway of God walked

when I came out I found other subway

it was connected to god, god.

the underground whistles, sighs, and whistles again.

outside it was like in my mother's womb – darkness -

peoples say that they see, but they do not see.

I do not watch people, but I can see.

sometimes, when I am angry I beat my head against the wall

the walls are white cobwebs

my head is the tongue of a bell

and my head rings: ding-dang, ding-dang...

everything is left out

how I was abandoned by my mother's womb

god, god has a womb with sleepers for subway

there people linger lonely, and bored, and

they beat their heads against God-wall, and

their heads ring ding-dang, ding-dang...

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