Jenny Tunedal

I can no longer see the trees for everyone/soot/black/in the way drifts
inevitable in front like fires     burn/burn within
a red radio in the room     the room was a mistake
now we do not know how to get out
red is blown to pieces     large fires/stories/broadcasts in the gaps
cinematic classical music
someone who shouts it
what will be replaced/to replace the world
that the world can be replaced
and it passes through our walls/nights
white and full like the roses’ buds of hate
o limitation     all life all doors

The lost who suddenly step between those we lost what they lost
their sums     the sum of nights and trees all of it (important and
at the same time so common)     it is as inescapable as distance e.g. a postcard
a normal condition    if we do not notice it/this that we still at all
if we for example regard those who we see have a weakness
and see what we think is obvious
at night it is not so obvious and there are many different nights

But what is to be replaced – the heart the memory – leads us further inwards
towards protection/guilt/gravel     what we cannot stomach or if we
only are cold     afraid     with black broken senses
burned like threes     burned like soot     humans who die
do not listen if one does not listen to them we are not listening
there is protection/guilt/gravel those people who die like crime
once     a single crime     no one can defend it
there is no punishment sufficient punishment     no defense
for the individual is perhaps a crime and therefore she must be tried
in this sense we do not belong to ourselves

What prevents us     is a stop in the darkness a rest
these blood ties frightening bean stalks strong growing borders
so we often hurry on     despite
stuffed animals/slaughter animals/nightly logic     a night full of flares flames holes
no enduring meaning     when we feel something/long/longing
the scope is endless

More and more     in other ways we know
we are damaged by forgetting     pain that left us unscathed
finally     the notion of similarity     far out there
pain or loneliness     why do they torment each other     like children

Long curfews     breaks     smoke breaks too     long registries     sentences
irregularities in courtrooms  nonsense     vending machines     machines     relatives
who do not know what they are doing     murmured conversations and sudden eruptions     someone had to go to the hospital     every night     new undecided incomplete strikes     terrible people     terrible thoughts     hatred     self-hatred     towards people
but not towards animals or children     confusion around characters and character assassination  if someone really is a bastard and still wounded

Is it unsustainable     the sweet animals     the sweet meat       sleeps from the beginning always – it is always in every moment – do their bodies evoke their own childhood
our own     it depends     mother/much/less intensive
overall internal like blood     evokes like stone

To see someone’s face through water     only with the face beneath water
we do not know where it comes from     where we have left it
who has left us without it     which
what is to be replaced     I replace     what came first
what hurts