How it is Poem by Björn Kuhligk

How it is



I deny the points in time, the surfaces
the places that should be pinned

I love what I can't flog off
I hate what I could love differently

I trust water, inability,
lack of clarity, sand

as long as I can remember, wishing
has kept on starting again from the beginning

Translated by Catherine Hales

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