Piss off, aphasia!

 

Piss off, aphasia!

go jump in a lake

and yet, she rides on my back

sometime I can shake her off

sometimes only

 

when anger set my voice free of her claws

I’m staggered 

no word pauses

no silent sounding out of my almost right words

plainly shot from the belly

 

aphasia

you don’t stand a chance

against the fire in my belly

don’t you see, I am laughing at you

you can go now

 

nobody will mourn over you

this notch, that you cut in me

is neatly growing together

and flowers begin to burgeon

even in italian

 

aphasia

you do not

stand a chance

against

the fire in my belly

 

 

 

Corinne Othenin-Girard, 2017