something grows
inside of me-
a son i did not wish-

deprived of eyes
it has no hair
it looks so red
and demonic
it holds my veins
and chews my bones
it is nature's calamity

it cannot think for itself
but it kills me tenderly
it is trying to exist
inside me -but separately

the undesired child
claims i am its father
and it wants me
for a mother, too-
it wants the air i breathe

above the pines the stars
above them, the unknown
we will soon move
beyond the cloud
there we will reside
my child, i, my great misfortune
and all we leave behind.



[outro poema que não havia postado, também de 29 de agosto de 2007]