holding each
others heads
between hands
on sea level
mouth in sand
staring out
waiting for the wave to come …
oh when will they come?
oh when will they come?
you re ugly
you re beautiful
today you are it
21
the name
today you are it
right now this is it
you re cled in wite linnen
you re chubby & pink
you re covered in pictures
pervaded by ink
surrounded by hope-
lessness, just a balloon
as the picture book’s bursting
the hind whispers: soon.