VIII.

 

NANA CONSTRAINED HERSELF

 

 

 

By night her teeth engorge like the organs

of men, then one after another they curdle and

fall out. A whole day a taste of old age

unwashed will wear off her beautiful hair that

 

falls out. Nana feels herself wake up headless,

a crayon in her ass and in her red mouth

for any tongue a sanitary napkin.

 

These are days without tomorrow and sleepless.

As she never earns she fasts.

 

She’s aging, they say, a month in one day.

 

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