Caterpillars In Her Stomach Poem by Quênia Lalita

she jumped off a stinking bus
still wearing his white t-shirt
still smiling with last impressions,
fresh memories & scents

she had caterpillars in her stomach;
she drank a coffee at the bus station
one he did not make, after a month
of bringing her coffee in bed

blankets stained with red spots
passionate conflicts, what a mess they were in
disturbing effects, grieving effects
followed by those healing ones, calming ones

his eyes and knees
she carried in a backpack,
pregnant with
ideas, ideals, dreams, plans

thick tik tak
stubborn knock knock
no locks
loads of mocking

unblocking of two minds
for thirty-four nights, thirty-five days
she loved him more than
waterfalls love making dry rocks wet.