Glóbrystingar (Robin), by Ásdís Ingólfsdóttir

Glóbrystingar

Frá því latexhjúpaðar hendur

námu sítrónurnar á brott úr brjóstum mínum

hef ég hrópað:

Flatbrystingur, flatbrystingur

að fuglinum sem étur reyniberinn

í garði nágrannans.

 

Hann svarar mér:

Sjálf ertu útsaumað straubretti

 

þá blæðir mér sætri gleði

yfir lífinu

 

Robin 

Since the latex-coated hands

abducted the lemons from my chest

I have shouted:

Flaming chest, flaming chest

at the bird that eats the berries

in the yard.

 

He answers:

You are like embroidered ironing board.

 

Then I bleed sweet delight of life.

Copyright the author and first published by Friends of Rowntree Park 2015.

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