Poem
Ruth Lasters
TUB
I lifted my old lovers into the bath, I wanted at aglance the thing, the one I had
loved, most or less, perhaps or certainly, unconditionally
or on condition. In a tub as long as a galleon
the synchronised
washing of each other’s back, each with a piece of soap
blue-veined, after which with shoulders
scrubbed open till they bled
they walked away. Except one, you, whom I
hooked myself behind, legs round trunk, to wait
together right through the other
for the unbearable cooling of the water.
KUIP
KUIP
Ik tilde mijn oude minnaars in bad, ik wilde in éénoogopslag wat, wie ik had
liefgehad, meest of minder, misschien of stellig, onvoorwaardelijk
of indien-als. In een kuip als een galjoenboot lang
het synchroon
wassen van elkaars rug, met elk een stuk zeep
blauwdooraderd, waarna zij met schouders
tot bloedens toe opengeschrobd
wegstapten. Behalve één, jij, waar ik me
benen rond romp achter haakte, om samen
dwars door de ander heen
het onverdraaglijk afkoelen van het water af te wachten.
© 2015, Ruth Lasters
From: Lichtmeters
Publisher: Polis,
From: Lichtmeters
Publisher: Polis,
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TUB
I lifted my old lovers into the bath, I wanted at aglance the thing, the one I had
loved, most or less, perhaps or certainly, unconditionally
or on condition. In a tub as long as a galleon
the synchronised
washing of each other’s back, each with a piece of soap
blue-veined, after which with shoulders
scrubbed open till they bled
they walked away. Except one, you, whom I
hooked myself behind, legs round trunk, to wait
together right through the other
for the unbearable cooling of the water.
From: Lichtmeters
TUB
I lifted my old lovers into the bath, I wanted at aglance the thing, the one I had
loved, most or less, perhaps or certainly, unconditionally
or on condition. In a tub as long as a galleon
the synchronised
washing of each other’s back, each with a piece of soap
blue-veined, after which with shoulders
scrubbed open till they bled
they walked away. Except one, you, whom I
hooked myself behind, legs round trunk, to wait
together right through the other
for the unbearable cooling of the water.
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