i'm not sure whether
it was the most beautiful or
worst dream i ever had

making that much noise
buttoning his shirt
shouldn’t even be possible

why does he want to bring
something back when he could
leave something there?

the spider recorded
everything with her
instant camera

steht es sich auf fremden
bienen wirklich
anders als auf eigenen?

there was a cat
in the garden
we talked for a while

strolling
down the streets
whetting knifes

it should be heartbreaking to watch
his brain fail at the simplest tasks,
but it's just pathetic

when it warms up enough
to melt the snow i travel elsewhere
to find snow, am i crazy?