Paper

Our bodies are made of paper
printing paper, wrapping paper, 
Manila paper.
We are fortunate,
in a way, we can fold the corners
as origami masters
build healthy hearts, kidneys in order,
brains with cartilage, soft skin.

There is not much pain connected with us
we cry, curse, lie, deceive as a way of
protection, we go on our knees and
hold our pain in our hands,
that unstoppable pain which reaches our ears,
revolve around our neck and made us
urinate on the floor.
Then our bodies swell, thicken
we become larger, longer,
wider and in parts cockled,
even mouldy around the thighs.
Verses, written notes and conversation
blurred
and the tears pouring is nothing more
than the infinite sense of loss
we feel
when the wind blows us into
the air, and we exhibit no desire
or strength to remain behind.