and now
what
is spring supposed to
last one month a year
in these hemispheres
and not a single rain
like today’s
not a whirl
from any window
i’m not heidi anymore
i’m left
with my lemon bottles
in the fridge
there are many
words
in a gassy or liquid
situation
neither chemistry
alters
that us singers
also
know how to talk
although a tuning fork
is never out of pitch
in theory
here i am
i’m a kaleidoscope
i can hear
my little pieces of glass
and in the background
the black butterflies
in my stomach


(translation)