torsdag 7 juli 2011

Trifolium Spadiceum

Found it on my lawn. Everything grows there, it´s a very liberal lawn. Put small stones in a circle around it, so my husband won´t accidently kill it.

Tread carefully. Makes one´s steps seem dancy, that, like I´m some kind of fairy or something. Am too old to be fairy. Not too old to be fair.

Flies crawl all over me. It feels nice when they crawl on my arms and legs. It´s wrong of me to think so. I hide it from people. Flies only get to crawl freely when I´m alone.

It´s an unexpected thing when someone stops eating. Please, just one more bite, you say, and then you go to McDonald´s and you order a happy meal with six chicken McNuggets in it and a small burger and three cokes – for a whole family. You make him eat two of those nuggets and you only drink a coke, but you tell yourself it´s just because it´s so bloody hot right now, has nothing to do with worry, no.

Midsomer Murders on the telly and you can´t concentrate. I can´t concentrate? We?

That man with dark hair seems really nice. A tremendous crush on him seems appropriate. Will he smile if I ask him to? Will he eat?

That and also: tell me all will be fine.

2 kommentarer:

  1. I love your words, asuqi. Always.

    All will be fine.


  2. Thanks, Lily!

    I´m going to believe you´re right.