Thursday Poem

you receive a letter
which is so flat
that it’s nearly

so white
and flat
that it cuts
itself into you

into your eye
tightens your throat
turns your stomach inside out

says the child

I don’t want
this letter

yes, I say
it’s already written

it’s already on its way
into your eye

by Monica Aasprong
from Et diktet barn
publisher: Cappelen Damm, Oslo, 2010
translation: May-Brit Akerholt