today I pack my valise

today I pack my valise for a new life
it is 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 inheritance
the marrow of the road blooms

perhaps I have died already
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 © 2012