Anne Blonstein
Anne Blonstein is English and lives in Basel.
adorning
the girls in one amsterdam orphanage
that is now the city's historical museum
attached white bonnets to their heads
with wide metal bands
shortened bodies
tautened
how do to it
without metaphor
though they remind me of
the contraptions attached to the heads of those
condemned to die in an electric chair
chart the distance between charity and charges
shaking
bodily torments
when she wears a hat
she can bear the label of elegance
but when she takes it off
she is shorn of a pattern to position
diminishing
what she liked about nouakchott :
the absence of street signs
atlantic-drifting
reactions
suddenly it seems
as if the purpose of it all
is to become environment
the unwanted black swans in the thunersee
australian immigrants
may nest in this poem
alien-desiring
readership
the heart acting on itself
will slip away like the moon tonight
into the colouring of its shadows
exchange a bloodredness for some very dark grey
enveloping
"love your viruses" he said to me
the shoulds readhere incompletely
one can turn words like one turns a wrist
to read the time
because when mouths fuse like membranes the pasts
move in both directions
the shrouds refold indeed
they've sewn their skin together
with a thread too smoke-like to
break stapled it with a refusal
to admit to a fear of stainless steel
invigorating
if a mongrel dog goes to sleep
in the bole of an ancient oak tree
perhaps it will dream about
green sheep
à deux
rives
Drink a preposition
Which brings me nearer
To my present location
"lake & mist & snow / train & tree & stone /
today the lake is like a sea : / wave & surf & grey-
blue these simple words . . ."
à désir rhythmique
at five in the morning
woken from her sleep by a beat
that was faster than her heart
but wanted to damage the night so gently
provisioning
if you were to fill
one tea glass with rice
and another
with still clean water
accuracy demands
retarding accelerating
distraction ratios
this society wants to
protect itself
from everything
and if you placed them on
the golden balance of the future
in a house that might be
hit by a rocket
after discharge
refractory apprehension
disaggregates repair
she refuses to prepare a
small plastic case containing water chocolate medicines
for her heart because it would
wear out continually reminded of death by earthquake
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