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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



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



you do not

stand a chance


the fire in my belly


©  Corinne Othenin-Girard   06.2016  translated into English            

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