12 March 2025
13 March 2025
this poem died last night
this poem does not want to possess you
neither does it want to be possessed
if you are sperm this poem
will turn you into an ovum
if you are a man
soon you will be a woman
just hold your breath
a year or two
intelligence does not come easily
lucky genes hate daylight
every engine needs
energy and so do you
even when you hear the call
you dread