Monday, 30 May 2016

Another poem from 'Ontsnappingen'


Earlier Rina slept on the street
never washed herself. But now she has new knees
with which she can easily walk round the corner

and back, so she’s able to post
her letters herself
and if she get post, herself pick it up from the mat.

If you sleep on the street you never get post, which is why
she lives in a house once again. Because of the letters
that begin with ‘Dearest’, the only ones that count

and that you must take away yourself, pick up, slit
open with clean shaky fingers,
with your back against the door,


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