Hello From the Other Side

From your seams not patched with lobes,

not scratched, soldered with halftone claws

scrapes, floods the eyes with a substance.

Bicycle joints on the back

stretched along the entire length of the spine

the beam of the searchlight breaking through

in fluorographic foggy caves

ribs Black mice stretched

throats, twisted tongues, clamped,

erect vulvas of mouthless females,

with gray filler combed,

mowing, enameled, in their smooth sheaths

two trembling, bitter

fingers In the cervical vertebrae

carnival dolls, skinned

crushed pieces. Lumps in bodies

insects from deep exhalation on

uteruses withered, scattered in dust

roses In the pores of your feet

tied for a sticky texture

sprouted grass from the bottom of graves,

in which the little finger is copied.

Grass sprouted from your hands,

from your wide open lips

threads, thin sprouts will come out

grass leaves I attract to

myself the earth, surround myself with its juice

mirror DNA of your thick hands,

white, thin lines within the cut off

topos, geometrically composed

in the mouth on the palate, the eyes are blurred.