Sunday, 11 August 2013

Noah's 151st egg / Noahs 151nde æg

8+
minutes old

                         She calls to talk about The Big Sleep. Again.
                         She found a private doctor who can supply her with
                         her favourite sleeping tablets. That's why she sounds
                         happy. Happier than usual. She has three grown sons
                         around my age but they aren't interested in how she
                         feels. Her long depression is a secret to them. She thinks
                         she deserves that. She is the reason why everything
                         has gone wrong. ”And the cleaning aid found 10 tablets
                         under the cupboard!” She sound like a little girl who got
                         her very best present ever.

                         I know I'll get some weird phone calls the next couple
                         of days. Calls she won't remember.

brand new
photons

                         We haven't seen each other in more than five years.
                         To some degree we're disembodied voices. But if I
                         can be of comfort and help even in the slightest way,
                         it's o.k. with me.

                         I ask her for her sons phone numbers just in case ...

bounce off
my dog-end

                         Northern gale -
                         the door opens and closes
                         on its own







8+
minutter
gamle

                        Hun ringer for at tale om Den Store Søvn. Igen.
                        Hun har fundet en privat vagtlæge, som kan forsyne
                        hende med hendes yndlingssovepiller. Det er derfor,
                        hun lyder glad. Gladere end normalt. Hun har tre
                        voksne sønner på min alder, men de er ikke interesserede
                        i hvordan, hun har det. Hendes langvarige depression
                        er hemmelighed, hun ikke indvier dem i. Huns synes selv,
                        hun fortjener det. Hun er skyld i alt, der er gået galt. ”Og
                        hjemmehjælpen fandt 10 sovepiller under skabet!” Hun
                        lyder som en lille pige, der har fået alle tiders bedste gave.
                       
                        Jeg ved, at jeg vil få nogle mærkelige opkald de næste dage.
                        Opkald hun ikke vil kunne huske.

spritnye
fotoner

                        Vi har ikke set hinanden i flere år. Til en vis grad
                         er vi løsrevne stemmer. Men kan jeg være til hjælp
                         og trøst, er det o.k. med mig.

                         Jeg beder hende om sønnernes telefonnumre, hvis nu ...

slår tilbage
fra mit skod

                         nordlig kuling -
                         døren går op og i
                         af sig selv

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