I’m jumping octaves again
Startling the pigeons in front of the cathedral
Trolling the lake’s edge
Sending swans huffing into the reeds
(Once I caught them eating the ducklings and they’ve never forgiven me)
The catfish suck at the high notes
Percussive smacks of mistake
No, I sing, no, I sing, no
Put my nipples under the loupe
You’ll find clusters of taut-skinned cloudberries
Wear my diaphragm for a hat
And I’ll sing you into the asphalt
(from mixed states. Wigestand forlag. 2009)
preview image: Photo by Robert Woeger on Unsplash
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Ren
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