domingo, 11 de noviembre de 2012

packing my bags

today I'm packing my bags for a new life
they are almost empty
I don’t need titles nor adjectives nor adverbs
at most    an apple

a serpent follows me
belly to the earth

the pulse of my steps
abandons my feminine heritage

the marrow of the road
blooms before me

perhaps I have already died
from a past that was not even mine

who was she who died
of whom were her desires of gender
of whom were her fears

well today asking no one’s permission
I prepare for a new life

-- Lorena Wolfman © 2012

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