As you might remember, grandma passed away last November and I’ve been missing her ever since. It’s not that I saw her that often, but I liked to know she was always there. For the past 18 years I made plans to stay with her for a week and learn how to make green walnuts jam, biscuits and cheese pie, but I never got around to do it. She lived in the countryside, she only got a toilet 5-10 years ago, the summers were too hot and the winters too cold and so on. Excuses, excuses. And now she’s no more.
quinces
Taste
You taste like summer and fall at once
Like ripe figs and quinces, too
Potent and sugary,
But your skin is bitter-sweet.
I could lie in your arms for a short eternity,
Run your fingers through my hair
They feel like a gentle snow storm
The kind that hides any traces
So you can´t find your way back.
January 2016
life in a bubble 