Embryo
The best
way to enjoy Himmelbjerget!
Like a
tawny owl
I sit with
warm eyes in the dark.
An
embryonic fish, I,
a little
rubber man
with gills
under
mother’s heart.
We’re on a
walking trip in Jutland.
Aah,
Horsens faintly made out through a navel!
Shaking
with laughter I jam my feet
hard
against the belly’s skin.
They’re
funny the women on the road
cloche hats
daft as
bats
1931.
The
depression cannot creep into my warm forest
where I am
a stickleback
among the
garlands of the intestines.
The thought
of all the duvets
I will
wallow in from now on
buds in the
belly’s cradle
life’s
first sofa cycle.
From green
pea to brussel sprout
from
tadpole to sucking pig
is my first
journey
with
appendix as communication cord
ready at my
right ear.
We’re
completely modern
the
two-in-one system,
light and
practical
woman with
built-in child.
Already two
individuals
I think
independently
am a
citizen in your belly’s safe country
with my own
private garden
deck chair
from where
I see your aorta soaring
my life’s loveliest
philodendron.
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