the woman without baggage

she did nothing
and she did it with care

roots

how long?
it might have been three years
or three weeks
time didn’t matter that much
but at the end of them she made a decision
she crafted it out of wood
with a knife she once bought from a red haired female blacksmith
it looked like a table
small enough to fit on her back, just in case
big enough to seat two people, just in case
but it was really a table for one
she bought a table cloth
and embroidered the edges
they almost reached the floor

time had passed
it might have been three years
or three weeks
it didn’t matter that much
she sat at her table
and made a new decision

(from: the woman without baggage, part 2)

from: the woman without baggage (part 2)

the woman without baggage
rented a room in a city
as close to the sea as she could get

when noisy cars passed by at night, likes waves
she wrote
but not like this

like the sea she wrote
salty and dark

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how are you? he asked
in a different language
very good, she said
in a new one
but she pronounced it wrong

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she never meant to grow cucumbers
cacti can be left alone
suculents have their private water storage
in every leaf
but she didn’t recognise the plant
until the yellow flowers showed
and then it was too late

she took life seriously
that isn’t a problem
she had no problems
she had no baggage

until he took her to ikea
she bought a lamp in the shape of a cloud

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she took a cat
or more accurately: the cat took her
one day he was there and he didn’t leave
he licked her ear
and put his small paws around her neck
she fed him well
fresh meat
the heart of another animal
in pieces

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one day
read: once upon a time
tomorrow
read: never

The woman without baggage (Part 2, in progress)

Of colour                

Sometimes she raised her hand, when early in the evening
The sky had this particular colour blue
And I was never sure if she was pointing up
Or tested where the wind came from
Or was about to ask a question

Almost like a dance move
But never moving her feet
And looking straight ahead into the distance
Never up, or down

Last time I saw her do it was in early spring
The evenings were still cold then

Sometimes she looked me in the eye  
After her hand had landed, heavily, after          
she was silent for a while and asked

Do you want a beer?
Or: how was your day today?
And sometimes: what are you doing tomorrow?
Shall we go somewhere?
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She had come a long way, she said
and she showed me her maps
Glued against the window to keep the light out at daytime
Pinpricks across three continents
Which didn’t make sense to me until she asked me to stay one night
and I saw Orion


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She held her breath

Leaving is easy
She said
Look at me
And she shot herself in the head
With an air gun
Air as in air guitar
Airborne

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In her cloudless eyes

i saw animals chasing each other in the sky tonight she said
a snail being followed by a dragon being followed by a bird
a big white rabbit was hovering over them
when i looked again the snail had turned into a person
and the dragon and the bird had become dogs, howling
the rabbit had thrown its head in its neck
it was real she said
it was real i said i saw it too

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he tickled her under her feet
she didn’t laugh
callus, she said

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Pinprick

An insignificant puncture made by a pin or similar point.
A mildly annoying wound or damage.