ILLNESS A POEM

BY MÜESSER YENIAY

You hit me like you are punching on the wall   woman isn’t your cave in which whenever you like you can lie down   you can’t climb over her like a squirrel   not of his nectar but of his pee he lets inside   he loves like he shakes a tree   manhood is a serious illness   Artwork © Elya Lapovok

You hit me

like you are punching on the wall

 

woman

isn’t your cave

in which whenever you like

you can lie down

 

you can’t climb over her

like a squirrel

 

not of his nectar

but of his pee

he lets inside

 

he loves

like he shakes a tree

 

manhood

is a serious illness

 

Artwork © Elya Lapovok

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