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Ruxandra Cesereanu

hoc est corpus meus

entrails bones blood
tubes of veins and heavy skin
small craters open like fish mouths at the water’s surface
black hair cut short wet tongue
short nails and teeth
this is my body I have no other
and if I had I wouldn’t know what to do with it
just one’s enough
one single body’s enough
gets used enough
(anyway it frightens me).

hoc est corpus meus

hoc est corpus meus

măruntaie oase şi sânge
tuburi de vene şi piele grea
cratere mici deschise ca gurile peştilor la suprafaţă
păr negru tăiat limbă umedă
unghii retezate şi dinţi
acesta este corpul meu altul nu am
iar dac-ar exista un al doilea n-aş şti ce să fac cu el
ajunge unul singur
ajunge un singur corp
e îndeajuns folosit
(îmi face oricum spaimă).
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hoc est corpus meus

entrails bones blood
tubes of veins and heavy skin
small craters open like fish mouths at the water’s surface
black hair cut short wet tongue
short nails and teeth
this is my body I have no other
and if I had I wouldn’t know what to do with it
just one’s enough
one single body’s enough
gets used enough
(anyway it frightens me).

hoc est corpus meus

entrails bones blood
tubes of veins and heavy skin
small craters open like fish mouths at the water’s surface
black hair cut short wet tongue
short nails and teeth
this is my body I have no other
and if I had I wouldn’t know what to do with it
just one’s enough
one single body’s enough
gets used enough
(anyway it frightens me).
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