NOTEBOOK The history of how Karl and Saskia got to know each other is an all-or-nothing tale, a history that…
Translations
My grandfather was old. He had a bushy white beard and smelled of tobacco. He walked with a stick, was…
I see my bedroom in full sunlight for the first time. Everything is as I remember it, yet everything has…
ILLUSION This morning while I wasn’t yet awake and not asleep either, doom crept in on cloven socks, nestled invisibly…
THE FOLLOWING SCAN WILL LAST FIVE MINUTES Before you sink away into the morphinesweet unreality of the everyday we would…
I would möchte be a frauship’s shallow schouwdek a bitsy bitchy lust objection with dikke thighs dikes off all men…
my skin my cast iron skin my equator skin my cast iron equator skin my skin my scarring skin my…
FRICTION (II) Who made the young me sweat in bed with visions from the psychiatric ward girls who’ve grown obsessed…
AND YET IT BEGINS (1) There was someone someone was spread into the black sun like starlings made of dust…
ONLY THE BEGINNING COUNTS (2) In the bar in the square everything is cut back to far-off and nearby. You…
She came to buy herself a brand-new face. It seemed too dear. A frock would have to do. That got…
A book? From cover to cover? I lack the strength. Even poetry – just thinking about it – exhausts me…
