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meat suit

i stand in a dark room
not knowing whether it's a hall or a wind box
under a lamp

on the right stands an adult
left a child
both are me
heel, back, occiput

the zippers are open
feels like i hover
         the adult runs away

the child looks back
straight into my eyes
directly into me

bottomless white eyes
grinning razor teeth
pull me to them like pulling from a rope

         time is distorted
         i'm in rooms where no one is
         outside my bodies without
         the lowest layer of clothing

         without me


11/12/2020

Note!

The poems have currently been translated all the way back to October 2016, others will mostly appear in Finnish. My apologies, the process takes quite a long time with this many poems. I hope you can still enjoy the ones that are translated!

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