translated by Yannis Goumas

I placed dynamite up her legs

                 and set fire to it.

“You whore of a reality,” I said,

“I’ll blow you to bits!” and 

                                    I did.

She looked at me – as if sad –

and recovered herself

                   nothing changed

as though saying: “What if I was maimed?

You first were blown up my legs.

What if I was scattered – for a while – you hermaphrodite?

With my entire body will I again continue.

But you?

Rot away, rot, you never existed.

There’s grass In your place,

and I with my whirlpool

will find other idiots to blow up.”

      The flesh of the temporary (2015)