Postpartum
Now take for instance some drawers, empty them
And fill them up again with useless matter, promise them
Utility, and to love them with whatever forgotten intention
Will strike you again accidentally,
And forget everything once more – that is everything that paralyzes,
Switches on and off like sound, quickly or slowly
Dies away – forget this.
Revisit the spaces in your house,
Look into the nooks as you bend over dreaming.
Let the solitary eye run its cool course again.