No Pablo Neruda
Essays on life, work and literatureArchive for May 15, 2009
Not Very Nice
When our genetics intertwine
How much of you will I keep?
How much of her will be mine?
I want to separate the shit
That might rise up from the bowels
Of your bloody history.
I want only the pretty parts of you
Inseminating inside of me.
I want only the pretty parts,
I want even to leaven you back.
I want the colour of your eyes
And the way that you smile
And the smooth skin on your back,
But the rest can stay where it is
In your fleshy cocoon.
You can keep all your insults
In your paternal womb.
And you can keep your connection,
Spidery as it may be,
In its once separated place
So I see none of that ugliness
In my darling child’s face.