— sea berries is the weight of violence coming home, into long afternoons (of being) exiled among them talking, as words didn’t sound their full meaning i am always cautiously sifting the current beneath objects of family life
— sea berries since things are not as sweet as you thought they would be you teach your taste the embrace of bitterness and your fingers to pick each berry cautiously
— what leaps of faith behest you
— what fruit grows of bitterness
— what comes graceful leaves graceful
sails all your deepest desires deserted; the mouth of a wound confining the rest of you days, as spring spills over in moist shoots and billowing buds your heart sinks as a sick clam, limbs follow it down until subtle pull of upward umbilical cord, unfold your sails to refill
du drømmer rovfugl lægger sig om din hals som en krave og spinder i dit øre — hvem er din bedste ven?
ørken mine is sleeping tulips.
ørken my mother’s sea is calm today.
holiday. tunger, sammenfrosset til én figur du tænker; dødskys delikatesse hvordan muskel går over i gult fedt og blottede smagspapiller ligner yndige fregner mod plastic