Jumped Into Pool And Jammed Knee

An early

In my coquette pod, away from passers
I like to suck my thumb as mittens.
amniotic The heat in my heart m'emmitoufle:
I piss. (And though you find it offensive;


I do not care!) Worried looks
mom's belly hides me anyway
( And my prick, too.) But suddenly, in one breath,
The walls are closing and it hurts. The current

tears me, destroyer of the matrix,
Prodigiously tender, gracious, beneficent,
And here I am screaming out my misery .

My little toes are cold and my canteen,
(That severs the devil.) Farewell, my sweet cord!
Mother! Where have you gone? Where have you gone, mother?

                                                 

During intercourse, several hundred million sperm (roughly equivalent to the population of Western Europe), quality very uneven, are found in the vagina to dabble in a viscous liquid, surrounded by a scrum indescribable. The invaders failed in acid secretions that fill the crevices of the container - real ass bag! - Remain on the floor. Survivors (about 10% of troops expelled at 30 km / h of manhood father) took the floor flagellum the direction of the cervix, dilated and obstructed - the period corresponding to ovulation - the cervical mucus. Which changes the chemical structure of their membrane (a reworking protein that allows them to bind to the egg). Stuck in the mucus-like spider web, 90% of sperm remaining still survived are not. The bravest, or at most a few million people, manage to cross the mucus in thirty minutes, find their way to the exit of the gully and find themselves in the uterine cavity where the waiting patrol officers at WBC custody immune feminine intimacy. Again, losses are significant. Only a few thousand emerge unscathed, earning the entrance of the fallopian tubes and incline their outer third. Flagellar beating against the tide, a few dozen simultaneously affect on goal after two hours and ten centimeters during a grueling course. The egg, freshly escaped from the ovaries and lightly wrapped (in her lifetime ovarian, he spends his time eating ...), is meanwhile being drawn in by the flag of the fallopian tubes and travels slowly, pushed by the contraction in the beads and velvet beating of cilia lining the how to funnel. The game may finally take place.

the girl to her name duvets

mary-sue (in fact it mats.)

it runs in the field
but why, we do not know that she knows


has no right.
wheats are curious. it sounds like it looks like pus


it comes out of wheat and maize
buttercups
near the tracks

(they still exist they will always exist

but where are the trains.)

you want to mention
seasons, snapshots
there is none.

and snow falls falls
orange, but why we do not know
more.

knows that she has no right
she will die
we have no right.

Alex Vasseur

Pascale

photo: mc f