- I broke my nose last night on the last remnants of a wall that my ancestors constructed.
- My ancestors thought that they were right, when they thought of prison and the purpose of incarceration.
- My ancestors were not right and have only left me with a distorted image of who we are. And where we are.
- Water drips from taps in bars of men who drink their Schnapps with worrying ease, while women look at mirrors.
- And do they see the faithful man by their side, or the treacherous husband directly behind, pendulum hips?
- Your lips remind me of stones I once saw in a coral jigsaw off the Cuban coast. Like you, the sea gave me its stones.
- And I swam into the ocean with only one objective, navigation, one direction. To break my nose on the walls of my prison.
- And the whirlpool hit and I woke in a fit to find that my bed was half-empty.
- You were there in my bed, but where was I? Breaking my nose on the walls of the prison that my ancestors wrongfully created for their children, the bastards of a society that forgot, despite incessant attempts to remember.
- Forgotten, I will be forgotten. But free.
Broken nose
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