(Tuum, 2018)
OH SUN OH LIGHT OH DUST
I
this could be rum’s dialogue and quotation marks
but that woman I saw in the woods yesterday didn’t listen
or see I haven’t seen anyone or heard any more
either don’t know whether the woods are prepared to fuck
only me all woods have come from somewhere the day is only
when night descends on the city like a black trash bag
a person’s footsteps under the snow walks across
a grave in evening unchanged clothes smell
like drunk vodka but the person hasn’t
arrived yet but she’s coming but she’s coming
her gloves hang on willow branches
after night when there wasn’t a single car on the city
streets someone’s lying upon morning peace’s snowy blossoms
a person as expected dark clear living
III
a wall like uncut pines beneath a black city
stones should be lifted from it so it’s not
like a person’s footstep advancing towards desires
and reflecting others’ lusts who need to cut something
pine bark into which moisture drew the map of estonia
should be filled with drawing several people washed ashore
who have but one head that says and then vice-versa
light woods a square mirror squeezed tight in palm
evening dries I walk with a liter of red wine
ti amo on the label is grapes to be cut
I drink so we might walk on the earth again
who flees his fears and doesn’t know where to start
with if something needs to be said walk on the earth
that must be scraped clean and the fatty cage drawn empty
