I almost got hit by a truck.
“Don’t worry mom, I’m alright. I almost got hit when I was crossing the road, but the driver managed to dodge me. She had to stop the vehicle abruptly so I think she got some bruises. But everything’s fine now.”
I saw them fall from the sky, on the wooden ground
Their faces were many, and rolled and rolled again.
Were one to look at their colourful armours
Of resin or metal
Of crimson, teal or violet shades
Bearing strange sigils to decipher
All would recognise avatars of fate.
I tried to write fifty lines about things
I loved and then the things that had hurt
the world but nothing would come out.
I tried to ask Jonas what he would write about
and he wanted to hear about the way the wind moves
through hair on chilly winter mornings
while we’re stealing time
It happens often.
I went looking for some love and reassurance.
The world is a difficult place to navigate
In that odd spot of adultescence.
My head was filled with insurance forms
And the how’s and why’s of
Moving on from love.
On the nights she couldn’t sleep, she would think of those people who had given her advice – read the Bible, count backwards, draw cats, think of a man you’d like to marry, or simply try harder – It was astonishing to her that even though she knew exactly what nights she wouldn’t be able to rest (one in two), she still hadn’t figured out what to do about it.
“Marry James, thirty-five years old has been found dead, killed by seven shots of knife. Do you recognize her, Mister James ?
“Yes your honor, she was my wife.”
“And you denied having assassinated her ?”
“Yes, I did not assassinate her. I loved her very much.”
I wanted them red
The color of your liquid, spread on all the flowers of my garden
That would be marvelous, wouldn’t it ?
I went to Hamburg with a good friend and
A boyfriend who was wearing grey clothes all
The time. During diner, the boyfriend said he
Loved everything that is logical and
Walking around on a summer night,
My skirt in the wind,
The Foehn caressing my skin,
The street is quiet and sleepy,
Not a sound,
It all started at the age of fifteen, after an ordinary gymnastics lesson, very proud of her new sportswear, which two friends of her had suggested that she lose a little weight before putting on such a tight outfit in a sarcastic tone. These were just the words of carefree young girls, but in Ellie’s ears this sentence was still ringing in her ears, it haunted her day and night for months.