“What would I wish for”

What would I wish for


to be a small freckle on the wind's nose
to ride in a convertible
beside a middle-aged man
a teenager will do


it's as if everything that has happened
is nothing but Customs which you have to pass through
in order to get into summer
god has tossed a coin
inside me
as if I were a pond
and made a wish
and lingered in the air
and everything belongs to me but hope


and the mountains are kneeling like runners at the starting line
their green t-shirts billowing in the wind
then the mountains are gigantic tortoises


and then he will offer to leave me


the color of his skin is
like the color of the sun at dusk
and the road is parting in front of the wheels
like many grasshoppers as it rushes ahead of us


and like god's stray eyelashes
the stars are falling, more light! more!
god has no time to make a wish
all he can do is cry out faster! faster!


it's impossible to fall asleep next to this man
at night all that's left of my body
is the music of grasshoppers


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