Would you shoot me in my arm,
so that my watery salt actually stings?

I try to grab – ,
so my fingers curl
like letters do on paper.
out of the tip of my thumb
greed is leaking
so I hide it in a fist

that you mistakenly bump.

I am too knotted
to untangle

intertwined.

Your thoughts are
woven into mine
like I wish your hand
would be.

intertwined.

Do my words interlace with
your thoughts sometimes,
because I try to sound
scintilating.

intertwined?

An enormous wave
eats me up
and I float
inside its
belly.

I can’t see myself
the water is too rough.
So I let go
and drift away
while salt
reaches
salt.

My eyes feel as if
they are filled with tar

I want to scream at them but
I know that screens won’t respond.

The never-ending waves of
news consumption give me
food poisoning and tar is
leaking down my cheeks now.

To escape from a sigh I
fill my throat with silence

and sigh anyway.

Sun glimmers on the green leaves

in front of the library.

Fingers fly over keys

human sounds: a cough,

mix with letters on screens.

The glass does not let any

wind through and

the dancing trees seem to be

kilometres away,

I want to be

outside

outside

outside,

the only green here

is the dot next to my name.

If even a black hole

seems to be orange,

you will be fine,

my dear.

Let’s count

the clouds today