a poem: compulsory happiness

they handed out compulsory happiness yesterday on some unknown Strasse. someone ran up to me saying you have such irregular eyes, please, take a bit for yourself. I brought it home and hid it in the cupboard without reading the instructions. and then it turned out I had to live with it.                               Translated […]

a poem: “in a shoe not yet broken-in”

like a foot in a shoe not yet broken-in my heart clenches and if it’s not about size then what? wine, coffee, beer, maybe tea such a sononymy, daughternomy and childnessness and infants out of wedlock —they’re not mine I can’t move (so apt that “m” and “l” are neighbors on the keyboard— much closer […]