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7/27
what’s the difference for me between the mouse in my garden,
twitching and dying, and another one, lying behind the hedge
what’s the difference for me between the room I’m lying in
and the forest I’m walking through, if I can’t escape from it
how is the wall I’m looking at
different from the one I knocked on at night
I wake up from thousands of mice jumping at me
and lie awake twenty years ago
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9/4
I wake up at five in the morning
because there is a rope moving up my neck
an eel that swims up to my father and back again
in the bathroom mirror my eyes are his
and my grandma gazes back at me through them
I swallow as if there were a hundred pills
and a doctor who prescribed them for me
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2/10
either the power is out for 15,000 people
and I am one of them, or it’s night
either I can’t get to sleep or don’t wake up
I wait for the tree to fall, then the wardrobe,
for my mother in the next room,
that her bed remains empty because there is no bed left
for the storm that rattles me even more
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3/26
I saw a trunk
on which snails were sitting
as if they’d grown there
I leaned my head back
extended my chin upwards
and put the snails on my neck
as if they’d grown there
they stuck to my skin
and sucked round my throat
as if they knew about it
then their slime loosened with a smack
that could be heard from afar
one by one they fell onto the floorboards
like small round stones
and remained there
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