The Innards of Absurdity
Camus brought us to the bend
of absurdity
naked and
lapping.
accustomed to such morbid
situations
yet
clinking knees overcome me
alone, awash in my own feebleness, tangled
in a Beauvoir-ian cycle,
I don’t trust these eyes of mine.
the bends are repetitive, I see
thousands more women clutching
their vulvas-
Mirrors pity my wretchedness
and men lock me in yellow rooms
& here I am!
once again.
(on this bend!)
being hysterical.