•
he cultivated lips they would become his and be put in the pit where the words had landed until now and speak and say: here is a tomb for a mute
•
i blame the colosseums
∞
sløyd heimkunnskap valgfag moped
beinspenn milorg faderarv jul
∞
titled (the thankful photographer)
•••
never had a job
never went to school
never played the hero
never played the ghoul
•
seraphim lights the candle
pluto is a planet again
everyone gets another childhood
∞
swan
lake like
peripheries
a century's worth
of homes
•
these our lovers / not softened by memory
waltz us from the ballrooms to the stalls /
write love letters with pinch and poke /
and smuggle them out like breath /
as if this crotch / must rub against the moon /
to catch something new /
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die natur: auch nur ein kurator