Читать книгу My Ariel - Sina Queyras - Страница 12

What planet have I swallowed? What

Counsel has thickened my veins?

What knuckle and screech

Have I kneaded into your young minds?

I bury my doubts like glass seeds lick

Your knees and feet. I am only trying

To sleep, I am only trying to spare you

The worst of my thoughts.

I must evolve because you, you

Take all that I have eaten as gold.

You are a vial of mercury swinging

Like hips at a cocktail bar.

I hold your heads,

Your limbs, soft absences

Whose screeches

I will never know.

I am the hanged woman.

My shame rushes to your future.