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The City is Pregnant
heat is dripping over me
my scent sour
hits my nose
and I like that
I convince myself
I slowly roll myself
Mashtoc street
Amiryan street
all the pregnant women pass
their bellies round
their steps astray
with kind and dreamy strolls
they move their bellies to and fro
they go to work out their muscles
to assume a dog’s, a tree’s, a cat’s pose
a soldier’s one
two
forcing the muscles in their legs
curving the muscles in their fingers
moving on to child’s pose