hey, ion, here is the room where they hack childrenI feel young. so youngI'm here in this rancid wardamong sweating breasty womenin flowered calico dresses with double chinswith thick hair on their legs and armpitshow casually they talk hereabout deathabout men reeking of plum brandywho mount women(for "man mounts and leaves")after a few minutes it's overif there ever was anything butthat spasm that looks like death and nauseayou come in here and bring me orangesyou come in here and bring me orangesyou'd better take notes and write… a one-legged women's mating treatise
by Elena Vlădăreanu (b. 1981)
