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
