I told you dear mother last night
my flight is lower without you
biting from yesterday biting from today
the lamb grew in the heat
and became a wolf
all my own laws failed
your clean smell
remembers me of the outsiders
I bring it to my forehead
it’s sweat like bread
thank you for letting me bite
the odd flesh of soul
wash me with your smell
biting from yesterday biting from today
we don’t know the paths of life itself
I don’t dare
to see a mother
fasting for her son
I choose a smell for you
incrusted with regret