Defeat

Defeat

I've never had a job

where I could not go to Paris, have a serene day, and get married

where writing a poem was like committing suicide at the sight of your large penis

where you’ve said it yourself: I am not what I am or what I'm not

where literature is lived rather than studied and the word "subject-matter" is                 synonymous of "mystery"

where every aggression is a man looking for a flag

where there’s no difference between the ordinary and extraordinary sexual encounters on the beach of existence

where announcing me dumb at birth was actually a blessing, I stood by it for so many years that it started to feel like my soul