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I don't know whether I am a man or a woman
I breathe
from the groin, from the perineum
I breathe from the perineum
and I relax
I hold out my now empty
I breathe in my trust
from the perineum
up into the center of my chest
I am an instrument
of god, I am god, as it comes up
from the perineum
in and out
I open up from behind
I inhale from behind and from underneath
from the base of my stomach
from a drum membrane
I open up
I don't know whether I am a man or a woman
I trust and sing
and lo and behold
from behind a raw air pumps up
as a reward to those who breathe
it plays music
it passes through my nostrils, mouth shut
I am a tiger
I breathe every loose end of god
every finger end
from the perineum
where the seams are so recent
and the fingers can tell
that you are young
from down below up to the solar plexus
the tip of an indefinite sapphire pyramid
from under which a vortex comes up a salty empire
of a water banter
a panther or aquatic tigress
a she male
breathing sapphire
I breathe my health
I breathe non-terminal unhealth
from the base of my stomach
I don't know whether I am a man or a woman
I relax the tissue underneath
as it comes up a maelstrom
of programming features for this continent
which I am
and a micro chain explodes inside my breath
and bees sting the open lips of froth
-- Roberto Echavarren, "Perineo"
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