Sadomasochistic grammar of dreams Poem by Silke Scheuermann
Sadomasochistic grammar of dreams
With everything that changes from indicative to subjunctive
the night lies down on the day and chains its hands atop
the bed. Everything we haven't said grows into the
white of the skin where the tourniquets block the blood.
Ex machina the moonlight switches itself on.
Strangers to language, we conjugate the briefest of alphabets.
Translated by Hans-Christian Oeser & Gabriel Rosenstock
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