In real life I am here Poem by Risto Oikarinen

In real life I am here. Of monastery life I know nothing. I have a bedsit in Helsinki. My lover called. The storm has knocked down the garden birch on her car. Left by myself I search for comfort in the writings of hermit fathers. On television a penguin mother vomits food for her chick. I keep an icon in the bathroom cupboard. Toothpaste-smeared Sweetly Kissing Mother of God. Bees hIn real life I am here. Of monastery life I know nothing. I have a bedsit in Helsinki. My lover called. The storm has knocked down the garden birch on her car. Left by myself I search for comfort in the writings of hermit fathers. On television a penguin mother vomits food for her chick. I keep an icon in the bathroom cupboard. Toothpaste-smeared Sweetly Kissing Mother of God. Bees hum in the window. I cannot be born again. Love is not chosen.um in the window. I cannot be born again. Love is not chosen.