Thursday, 22 April 2021

Kjell Espmark: 'När du böjde dig efter en sällsynt blomma'


When you bent down towards a rare flower

my large stone shot past your skull.

Even botany seems to be on your side!

But the impulse did not come from all the envy

that mum dripped into my ears

when she’d compared our school grades.

It was the visions I’d started having at night

and the voices that took over my will.

This morning the door was blocked

by a being with determined eyes

that squeezed into me

like a suit that was far too small.

I felt how I burst at the seams.


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