read a book, I suppose
skipped a floe
gnawed an apple
fixed my bra
cried out in the woods
lit the grass
lost my appetite
span an earth globe
walked along the highway
drank moonshine
tore my pantyhose
touched myself
hung myself in the closet
played songs repeatedly
called home for no reason
banged my head against the wall
chased off a flock of pigeons
swam under water
subordinated any dogma
climbed a tree
looked out across the city
stole some lilies
rung
ran
Translated by Nils-Øivind Haagensen
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MK