Leva roka počiva na papirju.
Roka je vstopila v kader tik pod komolcem.
Druga roka ji služi.
Leva se giblje skupaj s tokom, ki je neviden,
in ob znaku, ki prav tako ni slišen, obmiruje.
Da se lahko roka odziva, mora biti črnilo črno.
Nobenega vodnega žiga ni.
Eden od nohtov je zlomljen globoko nad živim mesom.
Drugi so na kratko popiljeni.
Ali pogrizeni.
Roko privlačijo predmeti.
V roki drugega postane gibka
in voljno srka vlago te roke.
Ohranja spomin na vonj las svojega novorojenca.
Vse je že napisano in roka se mora zelo potruditi,
da se ob presledkih dvigne.
Nobene drhtavice na njej, a koža je tenka in nekoliko
palačinkasta.
Žile izstopajo.
Roka je začela kazati proti svoji prikaznosti.
Včasih pa postane že skoraj radoživa.
Miza je osvetljena od strani.
Roka ima izbiro, a se je odločila ostati
med lastnimi bledimi, tenkimi zidovi.
Kazati je začela znake lastne slabe gradnje.
Roka je tu, da izraža krike in šepetanja,
navadno ljubezen,
pasliko vsega.
Od zunaj je svetloba, kolikor je pricurlja skozi žaluzije,
modra, sivomodra.
Tu je pes.
Tu je ventilator.
Ventilator je na psu.
Prevod: Jernej Županič
The left hand rests on the paper.
The hand has entered the frame just below the elbow.
The other hand is in its service.
The left moves along a current that is not visible
and on a signal likewise inaudible, goes still.
For the hand to respond the ink must be black.
There is no watermark.
One nail is broken well below the quick.
The others filed short.
Or chewed.
The hand is drawn to objects.
In another’s it becomes pliant
and readily absorbs the moisture of the other’s.
It retains the memory of the smell of her infant son’s hair.
Everything having been written, the hand has to work hard
to get up in the spaces.
There is no tremor, but the skin is thin and somewhat
crepey.
The veins stand out.
The hand has begun to gesture toward its ghosthood.
Though at times it becomes almost frisky.
The desk is side-lit.
The hand has options, but has chosen to stay
inside its own pale, thin walls.
It has begun to show signs of its own shoddy construction.
The hand is there to express shouts and whispers,
ordinary love,
the afterimage of everything.
From the outside what light leaks through the blind
is blue, blue-grey.
There is a dog.
There is a fan.
The fan is on the dog.
