To fly/steal is woman’s gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.
I don’t understand why
the word womb
rhymes with bomb
I’m asking myself why that little word
can-not rhyme with other words
Souk, tangerine, seagull, garlic or trilobite
After Babel nothing is the same.
The man believes that he is
the owner of the language
but I am a woman
I am an amalgam of words
For me the language is a trick game
The fox eats the rabbit
If I say stay
You say away
In any case, doesn’t matter
the language is for men
women understand another language
the chat of the bees
the magic of photosynthesis
the sadness of the big city
and the freedom that burns into chaos.
Mariana Rodríguez is a mexican editor and a writer. She runs a small DIY editorial house called Cohuiná Cartonera. Her blog is http://mgilmourimbaud.blogspot.mx/ Her Twitter: @MGilmouRimbaud Sketch by Unica Zürn, 1965