Turning myself easily Poem by Ann Jäderlund

Turning myself easily



Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.
All the way to the edge. Reality. From the fingers
come threads which extend out into the room.
Sitting like black birds. With big peeled
pupils. It is not difficult.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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