By Daša Kružlicová
Hello excuse me I’d like to be destroyed
Name and date of birth and the reason why, please.
Never had a name and I was asleep when
Anyway I think I am
I think I am screwed
Aren’t we all?
No
My mind and body are screwed too tight
there aren’t enough gaps for my soul to breathe
So I’d like to be destroyed
If I may please
It doesn’t work like that
anyway what’s the reason why?
Because
because I think men are sick
sick of women
waking up without the resurrecting kiss
I die a little each day
in a room full of elephants
so excuse me but I would
like to be destroyed please
It doesn’t work like thatI already told you
You have to wait
for the invisible feet to stomp all over you
You have to wait
for the steel gate to lock behind you.
Wait but why do I have to wait to be destroyed
when—
I am a room inside another room—
in a house nobody
has ever been to?
What are my other options?
I’m afraid I can’t tell you that
Please call back once you have
figured it out.