Thelma

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In order to provoke a seizure,
Hold your breath. And breathe out.
Santa says that’s how it is.
And I feel angry with Dad as well.
The world’s tiniest man.

You haven’t eaten.
for a long time.
lose touch with who you are.
Open wide.
The worst thing you can say

Lift your tongue.
You’re hammered.
with what’s less holy.
The grave is empty, Jesus lives now
the less I feel I need him

Well, because God or Allah…
be both a particle and a wave,
My heart lusts for evil.
when you don’t answer.
And I’m very sorry I did.

You were probably just lonely.
some fairly unpleasant places.
to give a child.
I can’t stop thinking about it. I know it.
A girl is missing.

Lord, save me from these thoughts.
at the nursing home.
Well, she was devastated
by the Holy Ghost.
a symptom of something else.

She died a long time ago.
If this is painful, try not to block it out.
That’s why it gives you cancer.
Many different things.
until late in the evening?

Purify my heart and redeem me
He pulled it away just before I got burned.
I hardly remember anything.
I have sinned in mind and deed.
My pleasure.

She disappeared.
over a lit candle.
there’s something within you
Well, there are signals, like…
I am.

Santa says
Nozinan is a very powerful drug
I’m not worth it.
Open your eyes again.
for a long time.

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On Body and Soul

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We wandered the woods, looked for grass,
Pupils dilate according to light changes,
The effect of how you move.
And the dream analysis
I was sitting on a light-blue horse
I believe you.
You were a pole dancer…

Beside a small, round lake.
Music for people in love.
Makes you feel real creepy.
But the way you hold your head…
I think you are beautiful.
I did things deer usually do, I suppose…
Good-bye.

People underestimate
The psychologist
Thinking back now,
Our noses touched when we drank.
Movement…
Too much ruins everything.
If the pupils dilate…

Shall I start from the beginning?
a heavy downpour is hitting
I was so careful.
I remembered.
I’d really love to sleep beside you.
It’s the only food
It was beautiful.

So what did you dream, darling?
Drank from a stream. Stuff like that.
juicy leaf under the snow.
A doe.
motionless like this.
to a slaughterhouse before.
close your eyes,

I could sleep over tonight.
and caress it gently.
She talks like this abattoir
It’s no tragedy.
Your first sentence to me was:
I can only sleep alone.
And I will enter yours.

Today someone explained to me…
Ejaculation. I’m sure you remember.
It’s gone silent.
Tissues.
ON BODY AND SOUL
Christ.
I’m out of the game.

I didn’t dream anything.
because of the snow.
Us, or…?
I just couldn’t fit the pieces together.
His pupils contracted.
Look, they froze up completely.
We had to dig them out

Well, Snow White has arrived.
I’m afraid it’s broken.
and my arm is crippled.
Tell me your dream.
I’d love to…
Tell me…
I am.

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A Short Film About Love

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There is.
someone here…
Closed.

That’s all there is to love.
There is nothing…
I remember

He watched you through this.
It seems he cut his wrists out of love.
I’d like red wine.

I want to tell you
It has nothing to do with love.
When a woman wants a man…

Such snow-scenes are
the orphanage.
Caress me.

she becomes wet inside.
embroidered, too.
But it doesn’t really matter.

You undress.
I’ve looked for you in several
Such delicate hands.

Living. When they’re hurt.
they like tenderness.
I think so, sometimes.

People cry…
Yes.
No.

he heated the iron and
He fell in love with you.
I hear you breathing.

I’m wet now.
without someone in the house.
I’ve been removing your letters.

What will happen to you when
your stamp is on them.
She spreads it around.

No, I write in pencil.
Stolen, probably.
for various reasons.

Remember a thin boy who used to
I love you.
He’s in hospital.

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Summer Interlude

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I don’t like that tone of voice.
black, something unknown.
For 20 years.

Are you lovesick?
that my knight is threatening
the touch of misery.

You feel it in the chest and stomach.
that the master’s sulking.
The silence was vast,

Then the inside of your thighs.
bending and twisting
will tip over the edge into something

Maybe our paths will cross.
with rings of grass,
With your hands and your waist.

Was what surrounded me,
arms and legs.
It won’t eat into your capital.

Break into pieces, disappear, perish.
It’s in my shoulders and elbows.
It’s like toothache in the soul.

You said you’re in love with me.
self-sacrificing.
You talk like an old book.

I have cancer, you see.
almost like a melody.
with strings.

Your knees are like crushed apples,
in the moonlight.
Because for 40 years

Kissing must be fun.
will blacken and fall off.
It would sing outside my window

with the dream still present.
the blood whispering
Cry away all my shabbiness

I stand here looking at your hands.
I haven’t thought for ten years.
Such a kind little finger.

I still feel like a ghost.
have wilted and died.
Protect oneself, build walls.

We never get to make love
It’s something I’m struck by
Forgive me for taking the liberty

We were alive in those days.
and all this wasted time.
embarrassed in the morning.

A cannibal I know
appears.
If I really search inside myself,

The silence between us
The flowers in the windows
You have me.

Hold me tight.
everyone says so.
At nightfall

I’m calm.
I don’t believe God exists.
She’s run off, and you can’t

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The Affair

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This is a love poem. Who is “you?”
It really is simple.
It’s about my mother.
My life, a summer past

Only my tongue is okay.
snow on the day of her funeral.
I didn’t. She left me.
an abundance of both from me.

You’re poking a stick into an old wound.
You were careless.
Will it make me hateful?
‘Neath the summer sky,

Like a canary that has lost its song.
when the truck hit her.
Twelve years.
to understand her melancholy.

It will affect different parts of the body.
A heady perfume.
That stranger she went with…
He could very well become impotent.

that same old pain on me.
She stayed overnight.
And you received
A silent countenance that says everything.

The statue was heavier than I thought.
You saw that she’s ordinary,
Please remember her fondly.
Victims tend to

she might not have died so miserably.
onto a silent block of stone.
resigns herself to fate
… willingly threw myself into his arms.

Once I became jealous
That’s part of it, yes.
My secret love for you
It broke when it fell.

memorial service was in February.
You can still go back to your husband.
There is nothing between us.
How it gushes like a fountain

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Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne

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Climbing the stairs I told myself,
I call this a prison.
Sincerely.
All her lovers are inside.
a gash across my heart.

Faces from the past.
in the sun.
around and counted more slowly.
bitterness and insults.
at train stations.

I’m a walking ghost.
Why does my heart not leap up
It’s hopeless.
Childlike and noble.
Look after her.

If they were real pearls,
of a languishing love.
You’re suffering.
We don’t see anybody.
It happened gradually,

Don’t tear apart what’s taken
Despair.
on stairways, in caves,
Her pictures.
would soothe your pain.

the uneasiness.
between us.
It was my heart.
Her life was dancing,
and me clinging like a fool

to scream out the pain I feel.
the consequences of my kindness
It must be lovely
I heard nothing.
I know nothing and wish

Don’t wander far from the waterfall,
cupboards, chandeliers
only proofs of love.
I might fall for another.
Behind these flowers, there’s still

Destiny is tragic,
and I breathe it in.
I turn to counting.
a word you’re saying.
when you dance.

It won’t be hard.
warm, cold, light, dark…
Those flowers ruin everything.
Trees, cracks in the sidewalk,
incorruptible.

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Regular Lovers

Les-Amants-Réguliers

I’ll introduce you to poetry.
It’s called “The ideal bed”.
You can’t make

Short stories.
in cemeteries.
Honestly, they’re not beautiful.

Dark colours are better
Drive through the Black Forest.
Hopes of fire

Fucking?
Sugar.
roar of nothingness

I adore making love to him.
The quiet lightness
seeing oneself and being seen.

in human generosity.
and sex.
a kingdom without laws.

It hurt, to begin with, not now.
that of this life a mirror makes
Let’s get the torches.

Morning is Italian.
Nothing to be happy about.
I’m telling you to shoot me.

The girl waits.
with life getting longer,
It’s a beautiful photograph.

It’s part of a series
for statues.
for the rest of our lives.

the solitude in every man’s heart.
not to suffocate at birth
like a lonely animal in the jungle.

The fear of poverty.
6 months of prison
I never managed to dream

he’s afraid of losing me.
Oh look, a star!
to the barricade that we’d built,

Hating your father
He turns me upside down.
would pretend to love each other.

The anxiety…
where all is painted in an instant
One night we were alone,

And you, little bird…
You scared me.
Face the wall.

Something deep.
of imprisonment
I’d like to leave a note

Whatever happens.
“in oblivion”
Come on in.

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