Ordinary Miracles

Mona Høvring

Elegant, rampant, sensual poetry possessing a clarity that takes you by surprise.

From Ordinary Miracles:


I do not feel love,
does not overwhelm the world with beauty,
and if I’m not at home,
I will leave the key under the mat
and put the soap in its rightful place.

I do not wish to belong,
do not ask for much:

1. Clean underwear

2. Boiled water

3. Nice shoes

Tonight I dreamt of the sun,
the sudden warmth surprised us,
our cunts were shining,
and your silky dress;
it was a holy place.

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  • Helt vanlige mirakler
  • 2006
  • Forlaget Oktober
  • Fiction, Poems