Oslo. July. from Woolgathering by Liis Ring

In this pink hotel room love will last forever.
With blood stains on the sheets, whispers under duvets.
And the hungry worm crawling closer.
And the pulsating Oslo blood stream behind the window.

Like images of a childhood's nest, I expected this frame
to remain untouched, for it to be frozen in time.
But too late, alas!, my brain already interfered:

–Remember you said you were using my body?
–You said you were only using my body.

And now I can't just keep the memory from falling apart in me.
My brain always reinterpreting, idealising, withdrawing, multiplying.
What's left can never be what was there, then.
What's left is just a fish-hook in my throat,
and a bitter broken heart.

***

It is mid-July.
The earth has been so dry since June, or even May...
and this is the first rain in ages.
It is also the first rain that many seagull-babies see
and many sprouts see.
Everything has been so dry for so long,
so today the rain is our saviour.
We drink you together and thank heaven
or the gods or mother nature
or pure coincidence.

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