She cut a piece of cloth
and named it yesternight.
She cut another piece
and named it tomorrow.
Now she has two pieces of cloth to erase the memory.
She cut the poet’s dream, his tongue, and his fingers.
She cut the umbilical cord, the flowers of the balcony, and the moons of the house next door.
Now she has a man tied to the heel of her shoe with the ropes of lust.
مقصّ
قصّت قماشة
..وسمّتها البارحة
قصّت قماشة أخرى
..وسمّتها غدا
..الآن لديها قطعتا قماش لمسح الذّاكرة
..قصّت حلم الشّاعر، لسانه ، أصابعه
..قصّت حبل السرّة ، أزهار الشّرفة ، أقمار البيت المجاور
..الآن لديها رجل مقيّد إلى كعب حذائها بحبال الشّهوة
