Poem
Lisa Robertson
We were eating these huge boiled flowers.
We aten van die grote gekookte bloemen.
We aten van die grote gekookte bloemen.We waren steeds op de vlucht voor onze lichamen en dan niet meer.
Meestal was mijn geslacht blind en dom en dat was een manier van leven.
De mystica, verliefd op de tijd
eet visionair voedsel.
We were eating these huge boiled flowers.
We were always running away from our bodies and then we weren’t.
Mostly my sex was blind and stupid and this was a way to live.
The mystic, who’s in love with time
eats an idealized meal.
We were always running away from our bodies and then we weren’t.
Mostly my sex was blind and stupid and this was a way to live.
The mystic, who’s in love with time
eats an idealized meal.
© 2016, Lisa Robertson
From: 3 Summers
Publisher: Coach House Books, Toronto
From: 3 Summers
Publisher: Coach House Books, Toronto
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We were eating these huge boiled flowers.
We were eating these huge boiled flowers.We were always running away from our bodies and then we weren’t.
Mostly my sex was blind and stupid and this was a way to live.
The mystic, who’s in love with time
eats an idealized meal.
From: 3 Summers
We were eating these huge boiled flowers.
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