AN ISOSCELES TRIANGLE
I have bounded the line with two points
and I placed another identical one on the top
and I overlapped them
so I could hide the one under the other
so I could say they are both mine
although they are not
so I could say they are the same
although they are not
so I could say they are flesh
although they are not
I tickled one of the lines
at her belly
and I lifted her navel with my two fingers
She stretched herself like a cottage
in the middle of the forest
Confined the space
On three nails she hung the day
And I entered inside alone
with a roof over my back
With a stone in my bread
translated by:
The Author

