my poem

how has it happened that i have turned into  
stringy, used chewing gum  
with sweet childish smell and absence of taste  
stretching between three languages  
sticking to one of them    
 
                                  
 
t              h                  e                     n        
 
 
 
being squashed by the enormous military boot  
being stuck to one sole, watching the other  
swinging, switching, stretching  
loosing bits of myself without realization