nice one
On 11/26/05, Knut Mork Skagen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> We are rolls
> of warm wax
> spinning
> in the hull
> of sulphur lamps,
> shifts in the
> cloud cover,
> light matter
> passing through
> us and beneath;
> experience etched
> to the body
> in muscular spots
> where language
> won't go.
>
> The groan of my wife
> woke the cells
> who remembered
> the groan;
> silent for years
> in the cochlear curl.
> Not an animal
> sound but
> human, the way
> so few sounds
> are human.
> The clench within
> between two
> sets of muscle:
> one very small,
> the other the strongest
> ever to visit a human:
> the long, concrete
> squeeze of the womb
> against a matchstick kick;
>
> and at the other end
> of the phone line
> a midwife
> with her foot on the pedal.
>
>
> KM Skagen
> Trondheim, 24/11-05
>
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