As if by saying "morning" on January 8th
the light would be set forward
along the megalophonous shore
Was there anything else you wanted to know
about the body where I belong
how the torso is cut off from a waving arm
by the yellow space in the background
and how the head has been put on wrong
or not wrong. Each looked into the water
and was frightened by a different thing
of his or her own making
One was frightened by stripes
and the other by a turtle
even though I knew it wouldn't bite
but would take me for a ride
It was the time when the phone always rings
to dissolve the mediating scene
in which a phone always rings
to help us with our counting
I say hello to the lateral darkness
who answers guardedly
in painted fragments. The drop of a hat
If the shoe fits. A thin bird flaps
before it sits. Who answers noiselessly
Hans Memling is watching from my matchbox
where the serpent lives
This is his nest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem