Poems from andreasthered
You
never thanked grandma Rita for the card
stand in your room naked eating tortilla chips
don’t let a mirror catch
in its line of sight or...
1997-2002:
[No memories]
late 2003, one hour south of Switzerland:
Dad smashed my Gameboy.
He told me the screen looked better as a...
Thank you for granting me impermanence;
Consciousness is a pair of 3D glasses
or 2 hours of headache tossed in the trash.
If I had to keep...
I’m staring into the eyes of a man I don’t recognize.
He looks back at me, eyebrows raised.
His expression is cryptic, yet exuding empathy...
There is no end to the circle I live in.
I attempt to trace back my steps,
but my resistance is met by force.
Around and around I go:...