Pudding in vanillesauce

To possibly
Hold on to a tooth
In case my words
Patinate with rust,
One is so vulnerable
Without tools of defense.

Constant satisfying
My curiosity
Even this is a battle
Ever since I breathe,
Temptation is prevailing
At my thought of
Open bottles.

The state when I am
A Jelly-Pudding
Just lazy basking
In the bowl,
That is when I don’t
Deserve myself anymore.

When I say the yes
And the final amen’s
To about everything,
The nodding with my head,
My own sentence to death
Underscored
then Vanillesauce
should cover me,
the spoon should part
and slice me
and fill small cups
with me as dessert.
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english translation by
Evalinde Krammer

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