The night pillow

My big secret has always been that

I have two tongues in my mouth

Two breasts on my chest

two snakes under my bed

Two is not a number

It’s rolling over my orange pillow

it cries it yells, it laughs like a hyena 

    Gods and devils  made these two worlds 

just for me

I found out that there are more.

veils upon veils, upon veils

I will spend my life here in this room

holding an apple, narrating my multiple lives

leaping in the abyss again and again

r.b

image: Martha Graham and Merce Cunningham, photographed by Philippe Halsman

Few seconds

There is a sea out of my window, just a sea, can’t you look at it?
The breeze must have taken your mind

The king empties the sand every morning
Carrying his bucket across the ocean
Frowning like a child with cheap rings

And I am sitting here, alone. 
Listening to all the giant birds over my head.
Brave I said and their beaks won’t scare you

Should I crawl to your legs and hug your thighs?

The water is teeming with weird orange fishes
Like the ones I have been dreaming of for many nights now

Regina Bou

image: 

Andrej Glusgold