Das Gedicht des Monats

The pitfall

in the flagellation chair
wearing a pair of pains
shaving the mirror's genderface
urine pouring down
and from the pity pot's steam
emerge the bogeymen of compassion
feeding the angels of despair
with nails and needles
razorblades
oh pain! beloved mother
I wet my chains
my gender pants
oh sow the broken seams
it's all flesh and bones
it is: the pitfall of the blood


Daphne Elfenbein