“Merde, je ne veux pas vivre!”
Le Ventre de Ma Mere: Blaise Cendrars
My Mother’s Belly
It was my first residence
It was quite round
Often I imagine
What I must have been like…
My feet on your heart mama
My knees tight against your liver
My hand grasping the canal
That ended at your belly
My back twisted into a spiral
My ears filled my eyes empty
Tightly curled up
My head almost [...]