Thursday, 18 April 2013

Poem by Kira Wuck

Loneliness smells of calf’s liver in a baking dish
the smell sticks to every corner of the house
snow and tall trees mark off roads
You can’t get away before everything thaws
that’s why people get married quickly here

Sometimes someone hacks a hole in the ice
to see if he’s still alive
in the sauna friendships are exchanged for beer
Words are as scarce as the light
when anyone asks anything
I stick mine under the snow

In the kitchen I drink the last dregs
in the wine glasses waiting to be washed up
boiled pig’s heads gape at me
snow is swept off roofs

I hide slightly tipsy under the table-cloth
pick the innards out of a roll
look at where the walls touch each other

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