
IN THE OPEN
This comedy has gone too far.
Let’s put everything in the open:
I not only foresee your disdain
I also provoke it.
In the wild joy of my self-humiliation
I skillfully invite the footsteps that trample me
and from my self-inflicted wounds or the ones
you inflict on me, which I keep open with tooth
and nail, I draw an irreversible, toxic opium
that leads me to my death but doesn’t kill me.
It only cripples and
exhausts me.