Remember Born
“and remembering being born would be worse than dying”
in the house of life they failed to disclose
that you would only be partially welcome.
on the day the rain licked the windows
of the worst rooms in that hole,
I was just trying to understand who I was
already assuming I would review this forever
and it's happening... I see their bustle with their bleeding aprons,
the four-spot light brand Star over the head,
they call it surgical focus as they try to reach my brain,
but my liquefied cry is a no, a leave me alone forgotten and warm.
then you don't know anything anymore,
if this memory is pure fantasy of the mind
or was it a hotel with a pool emptied for maintenance,
three floors of poorly painted whitewash, immense dismal corridors
and their abandoned and rusting wheelchairs.
they in uniform continue the chase, wanting to bind me to give the first milk,
spread a false education full of pills,
peppered with television commercials.
'let's go it's your turn to enjoy online shopping
we have insurance for your car and your fridge
Have you ever thought about where you will spend your vacation?
your neighbors are all going to the resort’
but they omit the fashionable funeral parlors,
clustered at the back door of the hospital,
peddling coffins for eternal sleep, this one even has a window have you seen it?
and the best thing is that it's all paid in 48 times...
they reach out to me asking to be part of the human adventure,
take this number is your ID, will give you north until death.
so they finally turn their backs and call out:
the next one please!
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