hundred (translated by K.S)     

what if all my men
were to gather around me
at the same time,
the dead ones too,

young in the morning,
in the evening just as they are
or would be
if they lived

what would they say or do?
what would I?
who would want me?
who would I?

and what about the ones I bedded
in my loneliness
or my horniness?
the ones I really loved?

the seeds of feelings, of men
clouded a hundred times
mixed a hundred times,
a hundred who dropped their antlers



hundred (translated by Ima)

what if once
all my men
would gather in my house
at the same time
also those
who have passed away

in the morning
as they were, when young
in the evening
as they are now
or would be
if still alive

what would they say?
what would they do?
and me?
who would still
want me?
whom, I?

what about those with whom I fucked
only because I was lonely
or hadn’t had anybody
for a long time?
what about those
I really loved?

the seeds of emotions
the seeds of men
a hundred times mixed
a hundred times ended
a hundred pictures faded
a hundred men who lost their antlers