Winter fingers
(sms)

Three times, a name lights up,
a code for appearing,

you do it while you’re riding,
you do it home in the bath,
you do it hesitatingly or quickly

and sometimes when I warm your hands
and each time there is more of what
we see disappear before our very eyes.

Beep beep.

I’d have liked to be your fingers
During the days when we
Left nothing
To what was no more
Than imagination.

You announce you’re floating,
Then again you fall so deep
And brake because the day

Had almost flattened you,
Watch out, don’t ever send me
The last one, but you’re already silent.

Something goes wrong with satellites
Without an orbit, you wanted it to –

But is that really what you wanted?

Translation by John Irons.