shorter than forever

a seed I planted in

the egg carton

has emerged

then dried up

and now she is as thin as if 

the time has passed through her

and fragile as a memory

of a dream in which something of ours dies of hunger

you are always here

I dream about you

I see you in the monuments of unknown heroes

I walk the streets far from you

when I raise my head up

-we walk together

When I'm not dreaming of you

then I hear you say "morning"

your hoarse voice across my skin

When I can't hear you then I build a skyscraper  for us

and an apartment on the seventh floor

with a round glass table

and shades that leave yellow marks on your back

in the clouds

When I don't see you then I'm afraid of forgetting you

I have no proof

That we were

measuring  the distance between the fingers

except for one burn on the right hand

which breaks the lifeline

The trace you left as you made sure

i don't slip on that January- pavement 

but

but

there is a plastic bag somewhere

which will remember

two cans

and four peaches

which I carried everywhere

my whole life

and which will kill little turtles

for the next 400 years

until no one will remember your neck

when you will live only as a tree

and I will swim to meet the smell of crushed fruit

F. Goya: Will she live again