Father didn’t know how to smoke cigars correctly

Father extinguishes ashes on mother’s vagina

Nobody knew why I wasn’t born

Everyone blamed the young midwife for what happened

***

Voice is the right to noise

Trembling is the right to weakness

My father recently fell asleep

People are not able to choose what they dream about when they sleep

Dead people cannot choose who to visit in a dream

My dad recently fell asleep in a cemetery

The grass is the same everywhere even near the grave

The night is always the same even at dawn

My dad fell asleep on the grass at night in a cemetery

The next morning no one woke up in the cemetery

***

The broken silence of time

You are listening to the screams of future embryos

You don’t hear anything and your viscous legs stick to the cemetery

It’s raining again in the cemetery

You’re falling into the cemetery again

Sperm time crunches underfoot