PIA JUUL (1962–2020)
But I didn’t want what I wanted either
But I didn’t want what I wanted either
And I didn’t know what it was I wanted
I so much wanted to have you
Then I got what I wanted
well and truly, and what do you do then
Then you shout out happiness and
cry yourself to sleep in broad daylight
You say you saunter through
the meadow, and the meadow isn’t a
meadow, but something completely different
Can you perhaps pick
flowers where none are to be found?
Yes. And then you throw yourself
into it, bite that happiness
into a thousand pieces, smack your lips, gnaw and
rattle out of breath, suck it
off and feel sick. Stumble
over the words, swallow the food,
use your three wishes too
quickly and wrongly. Stupid and infatuated.
(1993)
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