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KIM GÖRANSSON
WHEN I GROW UP
I WANT TO BE A POET
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WHEN I GROW UP
I WANT TO BE A POET
TO BEND MY HEART
SO THAT IT TOUCHES
YOURS
JUST ONCE
OR HOLD
AN ENTIRE OCEAN
ON 3
FINGERTIPS
IT WAS SOMETHING ABOUT A LETTER
A LETTER OR A DOG
ABOUT WALKING PAST THE HOUSE
AND NOT LOOKING BACK
DOWN BY THE WATERFRONT
A GANG OF YOUNG NAZIS
PLAYING MINIGOLF
FEEDING THE SEAGULLS
“IT SEEMS SO IMPOSSIBLE
THAT BEHIND EVERY WINDOW
THERE ARE REAL PEOPLE
LIVING REAL LIVES”
MAYBE IF I WAS A POET
I COULD HOLD YOU
RIGHT THROUGH THIS
PAPER
SO HARD
BUT MAYBE...
NOT
MAYBE ALL WORDS ARE
DIFFERENT TO EVERYONE
AND NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW
ANYONE ELSE
ONCE THERE WAS A BOY
RUNNING THROUGH THE THORNS
WITHOUT A NAME
IN A BOOK WITHOUT A SPINE
A STORY ONLY MOTHERS KNEW
BEFORE THE SKY WAS FULLY FORMED
I SIT IN THE TALL GRASS I AM
THE INTRUDER PLEASE
EXCUSE MY CHEWY FLESH
A GIFT TO THE GAPING TEETH
OF THE UNDERBRUSH
HOW LONG WOULD IT TAKE
TO COMPLETELY DISAPPEAR
INTO SUCH A WARM MOUTH
GREEDY BURROW
IN THE MOSS
NOT EVEN A BONE
WOULD REMAIN
BUT THE SORROWFUL HUMMING OF
A THOUSAND TONGUELESS MOTHERS
A THOUSAND MOTHERLESS TONGUES
I HOLD THE FLAME
UNDER THE PETALS AND BURN
THE SUN THROUGH THE TREES
HOLD STILL THE PAIN
I AM SOMEONE’S PETALS
I LAY MY HEART ON THE ROCKS
AND SLEEP
SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT BEING
A SCHOOL SHOOTING VICTIM
I’M WALKING DOWN THE CORRIDOR
COVERED IN BLOOD
EVERYONE IS LOOKING AT ME
EVERYONE IS LOOKING AT ME
EVERYONE IS LOOKING AT ME
IMAGINE A ROOM
FURTHEST FROM THE WINDOW
FATHER TELLS THE STORY
OF THE CYCLOPS
THE STORY OF JAPAN
AND THE GIANT STOMACH ACHE
THERE IS AN OPENING
MAYBE THERE IS AN OPENING
ALL PEOPLE HAVE THEIR
HEARTS IN DIFFERENT PLACES
STASHED IN THE BASEMENT
I KEEP SEEING THE BOY
“LET’S PLAY A GAME OF
HIDE AND SEEK”
“LET’S PLAY A GAME OF
ALONE”
I’M NO ONE
UNDER THE KITCHEN TABLE
I DON’T HAVE TO CRY BUT DO
SO SOMEONE WILL NOTICE
MY TEARS ARE PURPLE ASHES
MY COSTUME UNPRECEDENTED
MY LINES
ARE WELL-REHEARSED
“NO” I SAY
“YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT”
MY SADNESS
IS A DRUM THAT
WAKES NO ONE
MY SADNESS
FALLS ON ITS FACE
AND NO ONE LAUGHS
MY SADNESS
CLINGS TO A BRIDGE
WITH A VIEW TO THE CITY
WELCOME TO THE CITY
SAYS MY SADNESS
THE TOUR GUIDE
EVEN THE NEGOTIATOR
LOSES HIS TEMPER
THEN MY SADNESS
JUMPS LAUGHING
INTO THE BLACK NOTHING
A HYSTERICAL LAUGH THAT
HAS NO SHAME
THE DREAM IS THE SAME
EVERY NIGHT
SLOWLYWATERFILLINGMYLUNGS SLOWLYWATERFILLINGMYLUNGS
THE SKY
HURTS SO
MUCH
BECAUSE
MY
LIPS
WILL
NEVER
TOUCH
MY
OWN
BACK
AND IT’S
ALL MY
FAULT
WHEN I WAKE UP
THE VIEW OUTSIDE MY WINDOW
NEVER CHANGES
WHEN I GROW UP
I WANT TO BE A POET
FEEL THE ORACLE
THRUMMING IN MY THROAT
AND NAIL MY TONGUE
TO THE SIDEWALK
FOR 100 DAYS
WITH A SIGN THAT SAYS
“GATHER THE TEARS
OF A SCYSCRAPER”
“WHOLE SUMMERS
ARE SPENT
IN THIS WAY”
SO FAR AWAY
WHAT FITS IN ONE HAND
THE WOMAN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR
BALCONY
LOST IN THOUGHT
AND THE VINES
ONE DAY I GO WALKING
IN THESE WOODS
ONE DAY I GO WALKING AN EXILE
IN THE MOSS
MOUTH FULL OF
THESE DENSE WOODS I GO WALKING
ONE DAY I AM NO ONE
BUT THE VINES
THE QUIET ANCIENT LANGUAGE
ENSNARES ME
MAKE MY GUTS TURN
MY INSIDES RESEMBLE
THESE WOODS’ TORN EDGES
GUTS HUMMING THE DIRT SONG
SWELLING MOTHER
NOW FILL MY LUNGS
SWELLING MOTHER OF
THE ANCIENT TALKING TONGUES
GROW A GENTLE BIRCH
IN MY CHEST
A DAY IN THE WOODS
TO SIT ABSOLUTELY STILL IN
TO ENTER THE SWARM OF
THE PINES SEWING SHUT
THE EYES THE BREATHING SLOWS
I’M A NEEDLE BED
ON MY STOMACH I
CLOSE MY EYES AND SINK
FEELING A LEAF FEELING THE EARTH
FOLDING ITSELF
AROUND AND IN
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