Vilde BJERKE TORSET
 TWO poems 
 
 ^{(OBSERVATIONS)}

OBSERVATIONS
& OTHER FRAGMENTS

what takes my eye on the honour roll:

a life of trauma, which should not be rendered in sentiment
something like clipping nails at a funeral
or a man drowned in his bed

are the overstated epicentre of the unknown

while the child screams, not because it is sad but because it has lungs

HOW TO SAY ANYTHING

the absurd pleasure

in insisting one thing is like another

that Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus

when it’s inevitably not

just like caviar isn’t bubble wrap

and sheep lack the gravitas of cattle