A short poem from my latest comic
Translated into English by Jenna Allen
LOVE THAT ROLLS AND ROLLS
Liza dreamed of birdless branches, of forest fires and their thick smoke rising above the burnt ground. She dreamed of a world in creation, the rapid beating of her heart, its richness, its darkness. She also dreamed of a space, the space between chairs and tables, in which thousands of hands fight for an object of power. She dreamed of an empty sky above the city and the secrets traveling through the city in breathless moments. She dreamed of a city with no roads out. She dreamed of all that and more. The intoxication of love. Love that is found in the space between, between chairs and tables, between animals, between people and some new, selfish gods. Love that rolls and rolls… and always leaves us alone.
