my pillow has two eyes and when I sleep
their lashes fall so hard deep inside my eyelids that sometimes in the morning
I wake up crying.


dreams don’t mean anything
they are just a subconscious image


however,
there are moments when I imagine that
I detach and run from this sleep grasp with so much
desire that sometimes I fall asleep for many days
without getting to count or smell them.


in front of you I’m a pictorial of a naked woman,
even when I have the thickest clothes
and the darkest thoughts.


instead of sores, on my face I have different sorts of ideas
that I cannot makeup with powder
or foundation.
I can only hide them

with the red of your lips





16.04.2007