THIS Night I dream…
Anna Nygren
for #vii. lovesick
spring 25
THIS
night i dream that my teeth fall out of my mouth
– why can’t teeth be words
what the words are worth
write
a
NAME
“diegestundetezeit”
the time that is to come: LATE
say: lib-er-a-tion tion
REPETITIONS & PHANTOMS
i say. i pray. i lay. i today
today i am
the poet’s version
a betrayer
yes yes
be-tray
on the tray:
juice, coffee, yoghurt, müsli, fruit, bread, butter, cheese, apple, coffee
eerie
my words /for breakfast :::: break fast/ are hyper-
white and ghostly
make sure
make violent
makehurt
i hurt
u hurt
this hurt
of hurt
say pray
oh!-kay.
QQQQQQ
uote
shall challenging shells shiver in the chimney
lack &plentitude
immmmmmmmmmmmmmi-ta tion
there is blood in my nose from my nose comes this blood it’s a flood go into the flood the stream streamstream of un-consciousness makevivivivisible variation receiving institutionalized unison voices of violence talk 2 me talk 2 me talk 2 me can’t say a wow-word-world can’t be a world in this body dependent on “liberty” oh imitation works of imitation please yes be a girl and that is truth
this:
source text
is
my brain (?)
neuro (tic) functioning violently NAMING
THE STRANGE THING
radically (un) readable
br-ok-en
UN fidelity
UN united
UN nations of strange borders crossing happening to worlds of hurt of re-cognizing the girly BBF in the flying pigs of the mystic streets of “Paris” when “Orpheus” LOOOOOOK at “Eurydice” the gaze is kill-ing
2 C the foreign in the sameness
please
(don’t) ask me 2 be u.
my mot-her dream of
revolu-tion
queen of night
exact-ly
be a wild tongue
cut out
be a wild horse, no, don-key
the intimacy invasion
my mot-her
my mot-ivation
my mot-ion
my mot-h
le mot…….
re-a-li-ty
teeee-veeeeteeee-veeeeteeee-veeee
i watch it with my mother she puts her arms around me i feel
feelings
i feel texture
i feel temperature
i feel silence and gossip
i feel an echo of
……..
am-bi-valence
valence electron
in simple words, are the electrons revolving continuously in the outermost shell or orbit of an atom. The outermost shell or the valence shell is the shell having the highest energy. Hence, the electrons present in the valence shell possess the highest energy compared to the electrons present in the inner orbits. This shell is the farthest from the nucleus. As a result, they may be attracted as much or more by the nucleus of another atom as by their nucleus.
there is an alien inside my shell
no pearl, just an alien
i pick it and make it into a necklace
neckless head inside the heart
linking
the “self” “in-side”
unbreakable
the phantom of repetition
the ghost of a neuron
the ghost of a border
creature
the moon
shine
bright
the moon is
a mirror
please learn how to act.
skin in lips
lips in skin
mouth in hair
metal rails on weak
hair
the loops of the eye
soft inside
whisper
soft inside
eat as glaced
leave traces
ohmucus over concrete
the snail eat the snails
the plants grow
on the girl bodies
lay thrown of
them selves
in the hay
the hay the flesh
purple pink cheeks
under the eyes
meet all tender
an opening in to the head
the brain tumours
the outside of the inside
in to the inside
in to the within
a fold of head
a week of
relapse
falling forward over
rose leaf like the skin
bear like
give like
vitreous eye
the eye in the mouth
dragging over the skin
the room in the head
the hurting in the wound
cover with a blanket
tender to keep
look of mine
dream sequence
late to come
in over
soft skin
soft bones
sceleton that
the foxes and the dogs
leave nothing behind
thin dead lights
to never come over the lips
the mouth is a skin
wish in to the eye
let it see in the mouth
let it taste
calm rain
purple of everything
the woods are happy
grow with the flow make
cake
happy
happy grow wind
I was the one who never talked. Only speak through mutism.
No one heard my talk, it was as if I could say anything. My eyes said to Klara:
I love you. ”I hate you, but I love you.
But she only listened to Amanda and Amanda’s sisters.
My sibling was called Amanda until I wrote her a letter about the other Amanda, then she changed her name to Carolin.
My girl has a hundred names but none can be pronounced with the snail’s mouth. That’s why it’s impossible to talk to her.
I’ve been to the other farm (now) where Grandpa has collected three tons of metal in the grove behind the shed with the elk skulls on the walls. My brother and I walk around lifting scrap metal. We’re going to be strong now. I’m going to get strong enough to be a boy, or maybe Klara.
I tell my brother that we have to pray about the food, pray for the food, pray before the food. I tell my brother he’ll get a brain rod through his intestines or else.
Food is God.
God is the punisher.
The punisher is birth.
The birth is the gift.
The gift is edible.
When I eat it – I own it.
Mumbles:
own-eat own-eatown-eatown-eatown-eatown-eat
I tell my brother that we have to do it in the utmost secrecy because if my mother finds out that we pray to the food as if it were God, so be it.
the moon
shine
bright
the moon is
a mirror
MY FACE IS NOW MY FACE
MY FEEL IS NOW MY FEEL
with all potential worlds in this little mouth of the hand of the poet
let
let
lettuce
in the sense of making sense of
welllllllllllllllllllllllllll
wellllllll of looooooooove
love the loneliness also
how few can the words be
how many
how happy can the worlds be
walking in the wooooooooods
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