underneath me Poem by Domnica Drumea
underneath me
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underneath me
a big red stain spreads
I can only live with liquids
the smell of fridges full of food
makes me sick
locked in the windowless room
I let myself be photographed from the front
and from the side
you never loved anyone
I guide myself by sound like a blind man
I guard my bowl
my empty bowl
and my docile spoon
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