The opposite of a rock
the daily life of your fingers
look how the birds are shining
hawthorn is piercing through clumps of hair
a woolen mitten smells of gasoline
ash is a warm grey
as early as an eye
it happens that I confuse slow with soft
both are so close to the skin.
Mornings are dark green
like whole seasons
I believe I gave you a vow in a dream
birthmarks are not always the same
the skin is so raw
such a beautiful and toxic name.
reflections of a landscape
a tree is slowly cracking
it’s such a beautiful picture
it looks like a scrap
yesterday was melancholic
brittle and semiprecious stone-like
today I’m just mean and beautiful
and all the things you want to read in my face?
read it with your fingers.
I constantly fail you
I eat black hellebores for breakfast
and afterwards I stand vanta black
in a field negative
greedy greedy crying eye
the gap the doubt an eyelid
this afternoon love was called a manic shield
wind has overthrown my face.
burnt brilliant by fever
Is it your eyes or your mouth
Is this real?
No, darling. It’s red.