Christ, we're hiding

© Ursula Mumenthaler



What we call : classic short
to avoid
- the past
to await
to avow
- the mouth, hungry, always

a source of inspiration for
what we design : plums
plums and a bold cry
Why don't we life
in a red house, keys
Christ, we're hiding

from death. I feel like
I don't want to know
how to avoid
how to await
how to avow
- dancing around flames

Here nor there

© Ursula Mumenthaler



Through the gap of what is
lacking, it cries with a voice of a double-
edged sword : time, time

out
(the box)

but don't throw to much away
of me, forgive me
for not aspiring

to be here
nor there,

the place of the cradle where
tremendous arms surrounded
once, arms with a crack

within
around

both fed and feeder, the tolling bell
sterilized ; through the gap
it cries : time

to let it
cease to be

there, with ears, eyes
then the rest of this restless
body. Forgive me

for being
(here nor there)