Geenstijl

Het is weekend. Er mag bijna niets meer en zelfs dat wordt ons nog afgepakt.

Observe the chasm made when the atom split:
a gap between the breasts and pelvis, the mid-

riff’s cover blown. Where did the fabric that fused
the top and bottom go? So whole it hid

the stomach without a seam. But the belly-button
waited behind it like a bull’s-eye. The bomb

was never far enough away. Chain reaction –
the two-piece multiplying (by division) the sum

of energy in small amounts of matter.
So many summers the body wasn’t there,

invisible and free to show itself
to nobody. Then boom.
                                                 Observe our middles: bare

by subtraction. Our skin remembers only air.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.