dinsdag 6 januari 2009

Gossip (vertaling: Annmarie Sauer)

Some people offer a home
for my ghosts, but do not recognize
the visitors and serve
tea with sugar cubes dissolving
like secrets in a whore’s bed.
I vanish in rumors
and promises, never kept,
as the label NEW on a bag of coffee
of too old a brand.
Maybe one day a shade will pass
passing on the gossip.
Then a glass of water will do.