Translation: Paddy Bushe
Stray Dog
I am no more my own than anyone else's
stuff happens to me as it happens
to a dog trying to guzzle its own shadow
love songs make me jumpy
I'm telling you: my fingers are trained
from zapping through radio stations
when I stop them from combing
crows nest in my hair
sometimes I hold them in my hands
when they don't leave me
flying close like the shadow of the dog
that is why I lost a long time ago
the feeling of loss.
tell me please things I can forget
things that can escape
through a leaking bag
for a long time I have had spare hangers in my wardrobe
nobody calls me from the kitchen
to the bathroom
empty chairs surround me.
I am no more my own than anyone else's
in the fashion of stray dogs
I continue to lie to myself
just like at this moment I will
for example move to the far side of the bed
as if I were the one missing
when I look to the other side
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