still here

since you left me to my exile
i got pregnant of stones
gave birth to pure desire
and conceived the possibility
of existing beyond borders

just delicate dangers
small
stuck between narrow streets
that i never left

i conceived soil
and give birth over this city
as if my uterus isn't gone

since i stayed
i lay in bed with dangers
delicate

and I deliver

useless
love.
In
exile

I smile, a still-born
smelling Lisbon in Ohio.

But next time
when I'm reborn

the poorest in-between droughts
and sterile land
God's laughing stock

I still won't leave
I'll stay I'll stay
for this
that you left me in
is nought

i fill in with delicate dangers
smelling Lisbon in Ohio