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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