graphomania

Maik Cây

aleksndra, hush

i'm not gonna shoot myself

in the mouth, nor at the heart

save that for a man

with a cloud in his trousers.

i just am a soviet cockroach roaming

in a broken saucepan

for eternity.

when a soviet cockroach talked about

meanings, aleksndra, it's not about

meanings.

when a soviet cockroach lived

a life,

is that life more soviet or more

cockroach?

when a soviet cockroach rambled on about

shooting itself

you must know, aleksndra,

it is the gun

(the cockroach itself)

it is the gun

how can a gun

shoot itself?

artwork by antue