That mix of best wishes
admiration and pity -
fermenting and bubbling in me
as soon as I see her
My stomach and throat are churning
They deform my humanity
Her eyes shoot
faster than my thoughts
her head reaches around the corner
to the sun, a rock is lying lazy
in her lower back
Shaking knees
One leg swings
around the other
feet behind each other
Her arms cry
to heaven and wring
out my powerlessness
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC
That mix of best wishes
admiration and pity -
fermenting and bubbling in me
as soon as I see her
My stomach and throat are churning
They deform my humanity
Her eyes shoot
faster than my thoughts
her head reaches around the corner
to the sun, a rock is lying lazy
in her lower back
Shaking knees
One leg swings
around the other
feet behind each other
Her arms cry
to heaven and wring
out my powerlessness
A deformed woman, like a twisted horse chestnut (thanks to the torsion, all the leaves get moisture)
Collection "Inflictions"
