#poetry 


Dolls
motionless
gaze
eyes glued
row of mummies
in pink cardboard crypts
black rabbits from Pinocchio.
Hovering over everything
the lights of ikea
halogen
livid
firm as firm hearts
like tight souls
and mouths sewn.
It is no longer the photo
they are not the objects
but the same is the face of a lost mouse
the lens frame
even in the midst of all this white paper
among the scrolls
the parcels
it is you
as then
hopeless
and with no more youth.
Every bow, every star, every candle
tells you how much time has passed
useless.

Useless time