is Alexei Nemchenko
Did you plan to have me
Or was I, am I, your son,
A mere product of irresponsibility
An undesired result of passion
Or perhaps a faulty contraceptive
She responded with a smile
A calm glare was sent across the room
Don’t be ridiculous
Back then
No one used contraceptives
It shouldn’t matter, she said
You have been given life
Your siblings will forever argue
Over your conception
All your lives will be uncertain
Your brothers, your sisters, you
Will all disappoint me
You grow old once and again
Yet no wiser
One after the other
You will destroy me, gradually
I will take your spit
I will bend from your footprints
But I will shelter you
Until you summon my demise
You will suffocate me
You will strip me of my flesh
You will drain my precious blood
And I will surrender
Because you are my child
He became enraged
I bear no grudge against you, Mother
You are probably right
It is by my hand you will die
It is by my hand we will perish
