Maura Modeya
BELLY
I’m trying not to be nasty.
We have to stomach the alarm of destruction.
We plump ourselves with the skin and bones of invasion. Fill up, flesh out. I know I’m
feeling fattened with info.
When I always pay with money it goes to some sergeant or a person very very interest-
ed in oil. This is something that makes the human mind kneel. It is of utmost importance
to the men behind the president and around the president of this nation
and the other nation that the money I always pay with and you always pay with goes
to a very important pursuit
of weaponry. Push off from totality or ever always try something of the sort
this is what your mind is trying to do.
What do you call it when you are a citizen and you are made to watch.
What do you call it when you are met with not a whisper, not a father, but with gore.
One more mistake leaves me to thinking. On the edge of ruining everything
I reflect on my own devices. I intend to be careful, to talk through every wall,
and call very quietly.
You do prepare me and check if I would like to ride with you
afterwards. An instance of mistaking where you do lie exquisitely
on the floor. Chafed and swollen with what I’m calling exhaustion.
Your force fell out.
I am not the calm one and you are not the anxious
one and it doesn’t make any difference.
I lean on the table and it doesn’t make any difference.
We develop a feeling for it. We come out of there. And it doesn’t make
any difference.