No me sale del coño en inglés

Writing does not

come out of my cunt

but of the orifices of my ears

the memory of

earrings

hanging by a thread

of floss

from the hollow of your molar

Writing does not

come out of my cunt

but of the vision tired

of paying freelancer fees,

not even my son

came out of my cunt,

it all comes from bicycle scars

cool fish's eyes

lambs' tongues

other people's cunts

the absence of the package

of small essences

the smell of sweat in primary schools

Writing does not

come out of my cunt

but of the cowards

that eat the dead

and the sick

who clothe them while talking on the phone

about size s panties

Nothing comes out of my cunt

or enters (me)

I don't have a cunt

My hand bleeds

when I write,

“Writing does not

come out of my cunt!”

Nothing comes out

when asking who's last in line

without permission

I dip my feet

in the glass of water

drown myself in the supermarket

and in forks

the shower curtain turns moldy

the alcohol drops from my beer

Nothing comes out!

Nothing comes out!

Nothing gets in-

to my head!

Writing does not

come out of my cunt

but of the Masters

of the universe

publishing

economics

not even my son came out of my cunt

I don't have a cunt

or even the desire to have a cunt!

Writing

does not

come out of my cunt

it falls from the hole in the world

Traducción: Alessandra Rivell