By Natalie Stypa
i hate surprises
i hate surprises cause they deprive you of anticipation
the most perfect joy
the taste of chestnut honey will always remind me
of living in italy with you
i have never let myself arrive, i know
(let us always depart and never
arrive, von der wense wrote. i wrote
it on the first page of my calendar the year
after we met)
for the first time in a while, i
wanted to kiss someone else badly
in my dream last night
there are millions of options, seemingly
i can do all
a giant pool stretching out before me
and time is beckoning me to
just jump right in
endless choice paralyses me
(be it with yogurts lovers jobs)
infinity is never good
in any of its forms
hot summer night
beer and crisps in a hot summer night
that smells of lime tree
and laundromat detergent
watching you weld some
metal parts with bare chest
more beer from the pakistani who is
a bangladeshi as is the owner of
the laundromat, he’s all
excited, his wife is giving birth
tonight
all we give birth to is more amore
the morning is grey sky hot humid air
rain drizzle sweet everpresent scent
of tiglio. today we’re in the tropics
heavy air pregnant with
what?
we wait, lick
thick and creamy chocolate sauce
from the plastic tray of profiteroles
Natalie Stypa is a writer and artist currently based in Berlin. Instagram: @needybitchcravings
