Bottom's Lower Bottom Poem by Atef Ayadi

In one moment;
Everything makes sense to her;
While clarity is fainted.

She is defeated all the time;
While love is fated.

She sees the loss as big as a mountain;
while the gain is deeper within the mountain.

Time is her face reflected by a mirror;
While time is curved by a kiss
That
Gently polishes and distorts the mirror.

She is
Overwhelmed,
Rushed,
Manipulative,
Antagonistic,
Judgmental,
Egocentric,
Liar,
Inarticulate,
Sensitive,
Bored, itchy, and irritated.

The world aught to come to her;
While her feet are an inch away
From the aught to
And the head is filled by words and worlds
That do not belong to her.

She is erupting
From her lower bottom
Or from the
Bottom of her lower bottom.

Almost
Every time
And all the time.
Even in her
Deeper sleep.