An island in the Baltic

Loved by millions of people. It is cruel in return. Still people send postcards from there. Get married there. That kind of thing. Also there a few trees. And sometimes migrating birds – that poop. Good.

you spit on the grass
the fish
becoming green

The week has been very hot. Global warming – if you’ll forgive the edginess. Anyway it’s so hot the smell of birch trees is really strong – everywhere smells like sauna.

on a bicycle
and some terrapins

The island thinks to itself that it would like to be a beach. Just a metre stretch of yellow dirt. Where people forget their underwear. Where people take pictures and post them on instagram.

I spit on the grass and die

Michael O’Brien

An island in the Baltic

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