EMBRYO

It’s been some thirteen months now,

or a hundred and seven

or more

since I tripped on my life’s sclerosis.

I dived into the abyss

of a fallen star,

transmuted into an embryo

of ambiguous gender:

blond hair and white beard,

missing teeth,

a heavy chest,

a shrunken head.

I still reel on myself,

thirteen months or seven hundred later:

I’m the axle

that’s never constant.

Translated by Patricia Gatt