steen sperling

"bog body blues"


was it barley, flax or knotweed they fed me? i don’t remember
either way, nowadays I tend to skip solid foods, i’ve moved on to wasting my time on paralyzing thoughts
drenched in milk and fruit juice and i promise you, i’ve listened and learned the imaginary story lines and i remember how they named me
when all that i ever hoped for, was to never be repurposed
little did they know i was collecting their nail clippings
as they dripped from the sky; some lacquered, some broken
but all of them infected