Correspondance (l2, o2) vs. Interrogation, M. Lao: Version B
Man who bore me not wanting me either.
eventually the money came this book of boys Learning body when he absent. Every night
fleeing me into cold room museum. this boi a book
useful. Man not teach me my origins. Love someone not
interesting in bodies. dis boy a book
when o saw me Every night, chasing through stink street and feeling stomach.
he swore what girl be boy Man a heavy room. Last night, pelting walls, filling liquor
glass, shaking head all the time.
b de boy-book I pinning myself on floor.
dees boi b book His arms breaking ice-floor. Omelet days-old fruit I peeling
night. dis escorts are bois
you doing here no matta yr oregen
come to visit iii’s show me yr mouth Child born sharing our faces
he no talking to me. Blaming me my disobedient body. bois chuse yr bodee
but he not laugh wee mouth chuse yr book
before iii's mah bodee likna I not want child go
each door has eyes iii n i-me be book d'escorts Leading child through taxis rooms
not mine. Searching for body, selling to house and corridor.
Army of painkiller, army of producing memory.
There you, move in, out the strobelight and the street. There between 10th and the next. There in dusk, in trail, in leaving, in non-state-regulated remnants. Relatives behind move farther and farther.