Irreversible by Kzenya Knikova
Living is a trap not to dream.
Pretending to be domesticated makes us monkeys in tailored suits.
Barbara is fertile and tremulous, she is no longer afraid of her blood.
Grandmothers' tongues are flames that don't stop talking.
Us like humans that smell and taste like humans:
Women with three breasts.
The men who have two-headed snakes between their legs.
The one-eyed, haired goddesses where the hair is.
I nurse the lost child until he can touch the sun.
In August I invented you, damn destiny of man.
We eat when the devils sing.
I dream of limbs to pierce you through the bottom of the sea or to stand on our heads.
Your legs run to me to the navel of Mercury. We drip.
I came from a landscape where bears caress us with their claws.
My path is inevitable and the only mask I wear has no horns.
I undo knot by knot on my back to loosen my wings.
Naked we protect ourselves, irreversible.
