the girl Else

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Lowest Country

once you were scared –

now you sit with the freedom –

your heart weighs nothing –,

o you are free –

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always you hold up your smoky smile

in front of your eyes,

before you look at the others,

who don’t know the fear

of mute animals –

 

now you sit with the freedom –,

your eyes are tired

like the back of a cow’s neck

from smiling –