I DO NOT KNOW...
I do not know if your regrets
are also my regrets.
I do not know if the train
passes through several stations
or if it waits in a single one.
I do not know if you're mine
or of the men walking down the street.
I do not know if
my mother made me
who I am
or if she gave me
to strangers
to give birth to me.
You do understand, Mona ..
Why aren't men romantic?
You understand why my stars don't drip
among these cut hairs?
You understand, Mona ..
That it's nothing really
understandable in this poem?
..besides I beat myself
because I have no one to beat?
I do not know why your universes
are dropped in me
when I am drowned
into her.
Oh, girl...
honestly, I do not know...