We’ve never kissed.
Whenever my partner has hurt me,
I can not look happy.
It takes a lot of time until he can make me happy again.
I would prefer to go to a sushi restaurant.
Hey, let’s go! Or to Michael’s house.
Of course I want to go to Michael just to clean myself.
I’m sure that my owner had planed revenge
because we do not do what he want.
Once, in a hotel, he kicked us off into seperate corners.
We landing on our heads and it was the first time I felt so lonely.
He did not treat us so well.
Our state was not so good and he tried to fix us with superglue.
He annoyed us always when the partner looked away.
One day he went bowling with us.
He did not play with us,
he kicked us into the cabine and replaced us with bowling shoes.
I do not know if they were more confortable than me and my partner, but it hurts.
Is he thinking about us ?
(Beste)
A Second Opinion
I told you what was in my heart.
You asked me to prove it, so
the next day,
I brought round the x-ray.
This here, I said, tapping the acetate,
is the shadow cast by a sleepless dervish.
And these lack spots across my left ventricle
are starlings above a collapsing pier.
This mass here
is a hospital lost in a power cut.
And this rather dark abrasion
is a dead fox overlapping an empty wardrobe.
Naurally, you were sceptical, turning the sheet over and over,
holding it up to different lights,
calling in the neighbours for a second opinion.
My monochrome torso went up in the window
and we all started a it from across the room,
as if looking at my very own exhumed grave
a skeleton jammed in a chimney flume.
And I knew that to the untrained eye, the September evening in my chest looked mild.
But I trusted you, implicitly,
to take your coat with you
on the way out.
((c) Ross Sutherland, Verlinkungen von besteh)