Here comes the women's train, my aunt tells me
in our tongue, está passando o trem das mulheres,
see? Here it is, viu,
the women's train,
look, it's the wagon of the vain women,
who spend their pensions and children's support on dresses
& skincare, how they laugh!, the vain women,
and this is the wagon of the fat women who don't diet
and don't shave, the ugly women who don't care,
que foi? you can't tell who is which? no no one can,
they all mix together in the women's train
and they don't use makeup, or use too much
and laugh and kiss cheeks and get it,
my aunt says, her heavy wrinkles melted
from the mask of hostility she had all her life,
she seems a bit wistful, my old aunt
looking at the women's train,
like a little girl she points happy, look!
the smokers come here to smoke
in the wagon of the women who hate children,
all the other wagons have mothers
but they're taking a break, no trem das mulheres,
and that's the wagon of the lesbians
with sweaty hair and open shirt buttons
they do sex all the time, the lesbians, and there's never
a boyfriend to watch & they never call a man to join in
no cameras in the women's train, it's all for them,
look at that girl with green hair! me too, I get it eh,
my ancient aunt tells me, I get it why women
dye their hair green, and she mimics petting
a green-haired belle on her lap with ancient
hands.
there's the wagon of maids wearing jewels from madam
and that one's all illegals and whores
no one can catch them in the women's train
that wagon? oblique women of fibrous calloused hearts
razor sharp and sweet poison the murderers,
they can look like anything and be
anywhere, they hate men and trick them
and hunt the bad ones and drink their blood.
they don't feel anything anymore, they went thru too much
& their hearts stopped beating, my dead aunt tells me
with her eyes wet, and she doesn't have to tell me
that the other women respect them, feel for them,
my eyes are also wet, we all have had some heart tissue
deadened, frosty.
It doesn't stop here, the women's train,
but it exists. Did you see it?
I wake up.
It will pass again, my dead aunt
tells me, vai passar, viu?
Did you see the women's train?

(2026-02-05)