TING JEG LIKER 00:15
Ponnier
Mail fra Eva (I L U)
Happy times i Porsgrunn
Nye fregner
“Och du så vacker att Sinatra skulle ha fallit vid dina fötter”
Sms fra Pappa: “Astrid ringte. Prøvene har kommet fra sykehuset og alt ser veldig bra ut.”
Go ahead
and sleep now, you can
sleep now, we won’t
eat you, you’re not
fat enough, we won’t
turn your pillow into mulch
yet, we won’t
let the bolts rust, we won’t
let the wrench fall
into the straight jacket of your
white pajamas or
let the mushrooms bloom
in your head yet,
we won’t be the only feeling
in your chest
yet, we will bide our time, we will
let your heart wag like the tail of a dog
for now, or wiggle like
a little worm, like one of us, like
something starving
for a lump of meat.
You see, it is our nature to
devour you
with love and make ourselves
at home
inside you, there’s
nothing you can do
about it, nothing
you can do to stop us, but
it isn’t time yet, we aren’t ready
yet, so
close your eyes and
sleep now, you can sleep
now, you can
sleep.
Richard Shechner as Fryderyk Zajac as the worms that will some day eat yr flesh