there's a portable television showing a map
of the world with concerned voices behind it
reporters tell us to take it as it comes
and that every exit is now blocked
there's reason to run and there's reason to fear
as the news blares in pixels and decibels
and we bite our lips when we realise that
to run is human but to fear is divine
so until further notice we hide inside
pretending no bravery so our god will
save us in our weakest, most human moment
God watches the news too, don't you know

-c.j.

Sort røg og hvide læber, min livløse krop
etsmøgstomhed og hende
*** siger vi burde forsvinde
jeg siger ja
vi burde ikke gemme os, men vi er bange for at blive set
en stjernespækket himmel
cigaretter til deling
koldsved på min pande
for ingen andre giver det mening, men vi ved bedst
jeg føler mig guddommelig, *** behandler mig som noget større
jeg tager et hvæs, *** griber fat om mit skridt
jeg tantekysser bunden en sidste gang, kaster skoddet og dykker ind i natten.

*f.b