
don’t know

Udspændte parker bakker sig mildt
og luftigt
vi rører græsset
taler om hvor grønt
der er i andre lande
en edderkop kravler på min lillefinger
bøjer os over blomstrende planter
siger that’s gorgeous, that is precious
fotografere hvert et strå
ingen vej udenom
købe indiske perler og afghansk lapis
røre ved statuen ved rosen og den åbning
er for længst afspærret
et skuldertræk, kløen i fingerspidserne og bruservandet
køligt uimponeret
af den richness din lille darling og en havn
jeg bliver ved at sejle ind i igen og igen for at finde mit hjem
Forsideforslag til Sort Hvad
Apples don’t fall near here but far
far from their trunks, all the way out to hide in the world, blindfold yourself no peeking to see who’s kneeling, sitting and kneeling in front of your body, no cleaning of the windows in September it’s inappropriate it occurs that we refuse to offer each other a lift not even parents and offspring have to get by all by themselves on the lawn a failed hotchpotch can be rescued with cinnamon and shortcrust pastry so that no one notices the spoilt bottom there is nothing devious about that camouflage is not the same as cheating and not the same as going to bed hungry out of lack of transfers and secret points behind the knitted cardigan smooth landscapes are hiding orchards and highways it is far
far to the nearest train station and if you are not pleased with the conditions you are welcome to leave us there is no reimbursement
Look in through the windows look they have ferns
and a dining table look they forgot their tickets
on the table petroleum legs crawl up the wall
vertical and horizontal and waves and flickers
unseemly
not afraid of the fall that’s waiting no
fear of sharp little matches
women perform twice as much housework as men
the more the woman earns the more hours she spends
doing housework every single week
we do not clean our windows any longer
we have become so light-sensitive lately
we sleep across the desk with Tupperware under our chin
and we also agree on hating roadwork
Read the poem in Squawk Back
Konceptet poesi-brøker er udviklet af Kenneth Krabat læs mere her
læs om at være natvendt danskforfatterforening.dk/natvendt-natlevende-nocturnal
Trykt i A Little Less Conversation #10
Månen ligner ikke en undskyldning for mig selv
jeg undskylder mine stødende bemærkninger om det hvide hus
undskyld siger jeg og så er jeg undskyldt