translated from the Danish by Julia Cohen & Jens Bjering
The sun lights up
beautiful aliens in the street.
Fountains in the plaza, sweaty palms on a globe
judged no differently than usual.
On the lawn somewhere: my closed eyes raised against the sun
as if I’m on the inside of a color
the parents who whisper that I’m unwanted
their glowing eyes
their green skin
I was inside swamp and bark
I was in there to create childhood and fermentation
then deleted from the world
by a sudden gust of wind
then transferred to the next factory
a thousand owls take off
and spread to all sides
like cancer in a word.