Johannes Göransson
[The larval aura makes en larvig summer]
The larval aura makes en larvig
summer sense to me who’s alone with
sommar med dess efterskörd and the teeth
have been torn out
of påfågeln på fågeln finns
en efterapning nobody
wants to tell me
with summer-breaths
where it hurts or who was injured
when I broke into a toxic garble
with a hissing snake for a heart
when I was sweaty and tired
I learned to kiss in undervärlden
med min moderstunga
and with hymnns to inflation
already sung
in a dazzling killer language
I learned to speak
in the most toxic state
with my father tongue
while the war was at war
with a war and a mother
war took place between summer
and my virgin arms
I know the emergency state
of being alive och död
has little to do with min tunga
it has to do with the lies
I tell döttrarna
with my father tongue
I’m just interviewing them
for roles in syrénernas antigone
it’s beautiful but it’s also a joke
I have a dead child
in syrénerna I have trashed
summer eyes with a million
peacocks because
I’m reading the plays
of Eva Kristina Olsson