Good Night Ostsee

 

I am facing sundown 

maybe sunrise-

the world knows no difference as it lies quiet under a curtain of amber.

And amber is what I look for on the shores of my childhood-

with ghosts flying around my head.

I catch swaffs of odors in the air that has been the same for ages-

heavy with foul fragmented fragrance fables.

I taste them on the tip of my tongue after dipping spoons into crystallized memories.

A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, medicine go down, medicine…

Bitter ghosts, I love you-

But you leave me the second I may grasp your translucent bodies

with a childish mind that skips on a tight rope-

singing in the voice of my grandmother on a christmas afternoon.

Tease my heart-

which beats out of habit-

but wants to stand still.

But I cannot.

So I pull my feet out of the salty water and have become a ghost myself.