20 August 2022, Nijmegen
I didn’t protest
When you touched me arbitrarily
I didn’t mind when you jumped on my shoulders
When you doggedly poked me in my forehead
When you placed a naked matchbox in my hair
And forced me ironically to smoke cigar in my gallery
I didn’t protest
Yet, with your rigid gaze
Hoarse voice
Scorching breath
Dull dance
Your disposition is substantially
Capricious
I won’t miss you
When trees are numb
When the cold wind nestles
In their fingers
Soil moisture deepens
Rivers filled with ripples to the brim
Ships will be able to bring contentment
and joy to my cat
I won’t miss you
politically speaking
I won’t miss you
Summer Heat!
even if my tongue gets stuck
to the tears of frosty stars
my hair spiky frozen
piercing the air