Cuckoon

Friends are strange, right? And they don’t always understand each other. Like the time I told her about my favourite poem and she replied that I just didn’t want to leave the cage.

A cage has a dimension, and a dimension comes with rules and finality. When you try to leave your dimension, the feet will ask, is this ground? They will ask, are we feet?

in a storm
the leaking window
talks
more to the body
than to the mind

At night I keep dreaming I’m going back to school or university, but I’m not younger. I am as old as I am. And I’ve already graduated. Anyway, something always happens that keeps me from actually getting there.

the sky
night after night
a clouded roof
so I turn to
fancywork

Change is like walking through four rooms, she said, and each room is a stage, and when you have walked through all the rooms, you have grown, you have accepted it. But I stayed in one room too long. It took me seven years. I still go back to confusion and the ‘valley of tears’. I grieve. This didn’t fit into the plan.

Stones that fly will hit something, inevitably.

Friends ARE weird. One day, she said I should remember the women being raped in India and Africa, and that they have it so much worse. They have so much more reason to be traumatised.

18+
someone cracks
pistachios


¹Translation by Kati Mohr

²https://www.discoverwildlife.com/animal-facts/mammals/what-is-a-black-panther

³https://bigcatrescue.org/black-panthers/

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