Ema at the pier

don’t pull my wrist

let me –

let me run to the edge

I will not fall

come Ema!

you don’t understand

I’m kneeling to my land

you’ll tear the pants!

don’t pull – let me step

into the seaweed

soft – not the stones

you’re stuck!

help me – my feet

swallowed up to knee

you first free me

then my shoe

look at the dirt, yaga!

stepping on the big stones

you hold my hand and I –

I will not fall

Adieu

10 minutes of eternity

gentlemen and ladies

the most beautiful death

is the one

not coming

just like

that

The chestnut

spit it out – spit it

out of your mouth have you

gone completely dumb –

this is not to eat

tell me Matej – tell me what

the name of this is – this

what is not to eat

can you remember

do you recall – do you

recall where we got it

we filled our pockets with them

hey – there is another

they peel – they

peel off their eye-sockets to

the ground –

they are not to eat

yet Matej you

spit them out – spit them

out of your mouth you

see them with your tongue

but you don’t know – you

don’t know the name

just bite down so 
you can’t talk

Death of the apple woman

dust flicks against

muted line of sunlight

whirls under the breath

she chews on my name

stuttering to the floor

coldness hits our spines

quiet as a mouse she was

the tides fade

and her ankles crossed

By blood and thought

He talks music

when he’s drunk

and our mother.

Does what is

beaten out,

drives a car too small.

Never still,

thinking foreign

ideas to perfect.

He’s a bundle of

the same movements

and a hand that shakes.

At last, dearest mine,

we both sat and cried

over animals that never die.

Our feet meet at a right angle

a dull thump of trainers

shuts the hall upstairs

his eyes are bible paper

the knees clip and

I take a cigarette from

his patella

write about the sheep

he whiffs

our arms crossed equally