the
visit
brother mike
phoned
‘you’d better take
a plane
ma hasn’t long’
we did the
four-hour drive
in his car
edging towards
each other
ma slowly opens
her eyes
‘oh john’ she says
(for the first
time since childhood
i am not just
‘dear’)
as if i had been
out of the room
a couple of
minutes only
‘i’ve had this
dream
i was in holland
and
the canals were
frozen over and
people were
skating’
she leans towards
the side of the bed
where i am sitting
her loose hospital
shift
exposing one
perfect brown nipple
the one time
i have seen it
since
the unfocused gaze
of my first days
‘it was such a
lovely dream’
sudden intimacy
who is this
person?
i wonder
besøget
bror mike ringede
‘bedst du tager et
fly
ma har kun kort
tid tilbage’
vi kørte de fire
timer
i hans bil
kantede os ind mod
hinanden
ma åbner langsomt
øjnene
‘du john’ siger
hun
(for første gang
siden barndommen
hedder jeg ikke
bare ‘skat’)
som om jeg kun
havde været
udenfor værelset
et par minutter
‘jeg har haft
denne drøm
jeg var i holland
og
kanalerne var
tilfrossede og
folk skøjtede’
hun bøjer sig frem
mod den side af sengen
hvor jeg sidder
hendes løstsiddende
sygehustøj
blotter én perfekt
brun brystvorte
første og sidste
gang
jeg har set den
siden
det ufokuserede
blik
af mine
allerførste dage
‘det var sådan en
dejlig drøm’
pludselig
intimitet
hvem er denne
person?
undrer jeg
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