— 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
writings
By storm
02.17.2019
— what leaps of faith behest you
02.16.2019_02
— what fruit grows of bitterness
02.16.2019_01
— what comes graceful leaves graceful
02.12.2019
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
01.27.2019
du drømmer rovfugl lægger sig om din hals som en krave og spinder i dit øre — hvem er din bedste ven?
01.24.2019_02
ørken mine is sleeping tulips.
01.24.2019_01
ørken my mother’s sea is calm today.
10.26.2018
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
10.23.2018
læhegn. du tænker; ingen kender mig rovfugl letter fra læhegn så tæt ved at du ser dens fjer enkeltvis danne camouflage af mørke over et hvidt bryst
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