[This layout fits somehow] Poem by Erik Lindner

This layout fits somehow in
this house left swept clean
after the loft extension

the wardrobe with the mirror door
that falls on top of her
is blocked by the high chair
and yet she lies there
in the open triangle: floor mirror chair

has she pulled the mirror towards her
and so spotted the postcard on the floor

has she piled her clothes at the front of the wardrobe
closed the door
and seen her reflection bend over herself
before her ankles gave way
and she fell on the floor

lying in a z she intones
wooden wardrobe wooden chair.

Translated by Paul Vincent