Safety: high walls all

around, and a large bell jar --


with firing angels.

Flight fantasies, vacation
'Mind your step'
Security procedures, waiting at the gate

I close my eyes
my thoughts take the autowalk
to destinations with a runway

The lock of the jetway fails
one meter before the cabin door
'Mind your step'

.....Flight fantasies, security
.....'Tomorrow I'll get there'
.....Security procedures, waiting at the fence

.....I close my eyes
.....my thoughts take a high flight
.....to a future on the other side

.....I land in a camp again
.....at a higher fence, a closed gate
.....'Tomorrow I'll get there'

Less manual work,

more machines, does that make us --


more and more happy?

It's Friday the thirteenth
again. I stay at home
due to circumstances:

a dragging wind
and storming sirens
The cameras break

taboos and peek
into windowless sleeping
rooms, front pieces

after the wind of roughskirts
who celebrate their gains
in stinking silence. I close

the curtains, my eyes and mouth
I'm not here, hello hello
don't you see I'm not here

and I can do nothing about it -
absent due to circumstances
which I can do nothing about

I'm whirling, whirling

around my heart, there's a gate --


it's the gate to love.

First you slurp water,

and from inside, it slurps you:


isn't that called drowning?

Come all through the gate

of our wedding: Be welcome --


to our paradise!

They steal her beauty

with compliments, and laugh at --


the mutilation.

Slap, slap, the stickers

instantly turn my body --


into an object.

When you wrote my name

in the sand I wrote your name --


nicely over it.

I am my angel,

who will always follow me --


who helps me in need.

The prelate opens

the ancient reliquary:


holy is the dust.

There, deeply planted

by your finger mouth, the seed --


tickles in my soil.

I am just floating

around and almost ready --


to wake up slowly.

In stories about

the past we read how people --


looked back at the time.

I go, you remain

silent before you ask me:


May I come with you?

In the commotion,

police officers salute --


in all directions.

The clouds chasing grey

and fierce, over the canal --


a flock of starlings.

I have woken up,

where am I? In an ocean --


of sleeping silence?

The large pipe *****

rumbles doom, heading for me --


with its air soldiers.

At times a boat, car,

or delivery, the town --


has been ruralised.

It takes me a lot

of time to properly show --


my inner beauty.

The dancer, amazed,

keeps revealing secret doors --


that no one can see.

I surrender and

dance, at home, across the room --


singing with my arms.

She looks at the child

with love and understanding --


It grows right away.

So you do love him,

you really love him, so much --


that you admit it?

I do as I like,

Mum stays calm, I don't know if --


I even exist.

In me and in you

there is a black void, and God --


fits in exactly.

The peonies have

been stolen from the garden --


It's an empty day.

My heart is racing,

it spins like a wheel, craving --


to roll unto you.

It's a quiet day.

I'm standing at the window --


contemplating rain.

I am dizzy high

in the sky, I have no hold --


other than a rose.

The café is full,

I am outside and I feel --


the comfort that's there.

An automatic

door for everything that moves --


is closed still open.

Are you coming, today
I like to look at you again
laugh with you
and listen to you

Come, walk around
in my house, let me
look at you, the step aside
the tension of your buttocks

and your lips
that will kiss me
your hands that are allowed
to do everything I long for

I will not ask too much from you
you don't have to commit yourself
not for longer than I live
not to what you fear

You don't have to take care of me
just leave me alone
when I'm sick
It's enough

that you think of me

Drowning refugees,

sailing to the other side --


of their hope, their dream.

Do I hate my job?

No, not enough to quit and --


start doing nothing.

The lunar orbit,

the decline of my body:


it all goes slowly.

I'm caught in a net,

not in your, but in my net --


of expectations.

I passed my parents
from much younger to one and a half
times older than they, more serious
I became, a grandmother I became

Experience, recognizing
my life in friends
seeing it again
in the children and grandchildren

Sticking together
our bodies familiar
with defects, pain
and messy memories

And now I want to leave
away from the timeless artificial light
of the hospital, slip away
dreamily in your memories

The sky is clear blue,

the day is new, I am free --


from expectations.

The famous writer

never needs that many words --


just: The sea is large.

I'll resign, I will

no longer bear and downplay --


what keeps happening!

Whatever comes over
as desire, only briefly
sticks to my experience
how relative it is

I can live, I am free
from deficiencies, I do not suffer

from pain, passion or troubles
not from the chaos of love
or ambition, I don't wait to see
what I get thrown

I am too good for that
my friends tell me too

I follow my interests
and that's not the way
of motherhood
and high expectations

but that of the beauty
of you name it

in which I am silently absorbed
One thought
without thinking
of anything else

Are you an angel, am I a dog?
Are you from heaven and I from hell?
Or are you a dog, my dog?
And will we go to hell together?

Where are you taking me?
Where am I taking you?
Why do you want to love me?
What can I ever give you?

The more you love me
the more I have to
betray your love, tear it apart
like a dog at the gate

The more you believe in me, the more
I'll bite back until your love is dead
at the gates of heaven
or the gates of hell

The river bulges

up to the edge, I'm afraid --


must see it myself.

It intrudes, kicks things

upside down and connects me --


to people: music.

Blue lights, pink answers,

tomfoolery all about --


Feel free to join us!

He drove me to the sea
I make small steps
barefoot

Barefoot steps in the cold
sand, I do my best
I don't lie down

The toes of my feet
comes towards me
Next to his steps

We have done this
before, nothing wrong
The wind was always blowing

salt into my hair
foam into my words
playing hide and seek

inside my head, and the seagulls
squawk shrilly through it
I get lost in language

differences and bad
connections, and still
he does not notice

I am lost, so what

can I say? Nothing other --


than that I don't mind.