The Push Away Game

1.
you, hanging on, to clothes, and waiting
for admiration, ecstasy
me, pressing a pen to my forehead

2.

anyone who found a pair of hearts
tied in a ball
and humid from too much effort
and truth, demanded by the push away game
please report to the coat check

3.

where are you running?
Run!
leave my circle
break my hourglass
and spread the sand
hit it with your feet
like that! smiling
bowing to the left, to the right
don’t stop!
what can you admire in the death of a few grains of sand?
this is the push away game, my dear
only those who play it are able to hate it too
the hourglass fragments?
no
I didn’t hire anybody to wipe them away
maybe the wind
or the pedestrians
stepping on them long enough
will make new sand
for another hourglass…

4.

why are the spectators avoiding me?
certainly something is happening
behind the curtain of my season
what a strange game!...

5.

the girl who disappears,
her back towards my stretched hands,
colors my forehead in black…
now she is there
chained into the separation game
mindless
to the color that flows down from my forehead
on my face, clothes, hands
and so on…

6.

the empty stage
face to face
lines learned in front of the mirror are spoken.
curtain.

7.

hidden from spectators’ sickening curiosity
the push away game –
of course, my dear,
only those who play it are able to hate it –
continues…