Rootless dream
Poem (Geneva) 03.2025
3/27/20251 min read
I wake up,
Dreaming,
In another man’s body
Thin, worked, middle-aged body
Last week, I saw him on a computer screen,
In a frame, boxed, and clean
When I opened my mouth,
A high-pitched noise came out
Sweat in the palms of two hands,
Resting on my knees,
Restlessly
Inside, a little voice plead
“Hire me - please
Free me from the golden prison I am in
And bring me
To another place”
Where I can suffer, but differently
Where I can feel like I’m doing good
Something of meaning and purpose
Whilst being shielded
From -
From what?
Last night,
I woke up,
In another man’s body
Strong mind, frail body
I went into the bathroom
As the walls squeezed on me
An assemblage of bones and flesh standing
In between
I looked into the mirror
A double image
There was him
There was me, inside of him
And then I noticed,
Something was loose in my mouth
I move my tongue and put some pressure on one tooth,
And though I did not want to see,
It moves
I use my hand, to move it,
It yields
I pull it out
And then one by one I inspect the other,
Though I would have rather not looked,
Because
They are all loose
They were all loose,
All along
So i took them out,
One by one,
With an odd amount of calmness,
The time has come
And then I put some water into my mouth,
And watched it flow out of my mouth
Tainted in red
I felt into my mouth
There was a rootless existence
As if someone lifted you up,
And out,
And erased your memories
Here I was,
Where,
Again?
I thought I was
The place where I wanted to be
But as I stood
In front of the mirror
I felt into my mouth
And it was all empty

