36 • pearls around the neck
Inspired by Shalisha, 15 years old, Kentucky, 2002
Author: Catherine Beeckman
English translator: Sylvie Froschl
Illustration: Tim Gallo
My Spleen is a sentence
I have more memories than if I’d lived a thousand years.
An enormous black plastic dumpster, overflowing
With vomit, condoms, cans and syringes,
Torn out strands of hair, clothes soiled with blood,
Hides fewer secrets than my blown out brain.
An abandoned car in an immense parking lot,
I am a womb; I am genitals exposed in the moonless night,
Filled with more drugs than my soul’s veins.
I am rotting, I am dead, and I am leaving without a stir.