Kintsukuroi
Anna Job, Lara Wüster
Standing in a circle we close our eyes
breathe in
and out
feel Textures
our bodies
Women
let bristles
brushes streak
tickle
gold is today
by moonlight
it glitters
one of us begins:
1
Gold is back then
gold is do you remember
two wild children on carpet
burns on knees
which then stick to pajamas
gold is then bathing for a long time with trousers on
I open my mouth and guide their paintbrushes
between autumn leaves
Under the full moon I teach: Male gaze is surely understandable to forget
2
The red handle of a carving knife
„Mom, my horse's front hoof has broken off“
A gaping line between fingers
„Mom“
stumble
bracing
golden horseshoes on the plaster
I gently place my paw on the fracture. On the line.
3
Gold is so cheap
No, so granny
gold is tooth by tooth
by wind
Cola
rush
Are you sorry now?
No, I'm glad I took that road
The orange handle of a shopping cart
on the asphalt
They are petting my fur
snuggle up to me
when their brushes
rest
next to naked, golden pears
to crispy apples with sprouting hair
next to drawn suns on soft, round bellies
to maps on faces and crows
on eyes
4
Becks gold
is so Marlboro lights
is in the dawn
on page 18: the golden hoof
scribble
coup de grace
cutting
I see under lowered eyelids of daughters
see verses of songs
of mothers of mothers whose mothers of teats
crying
bristles
falling
bellies
hanging
itching
Thighs
I howl with them
5
gold is on gold
a paintbrush gently dabs
again burns on knees
again two wild
knees
teen knees
on a pool table
party wet pussy
I come closer, bare my teeth
I smell fear
Under the full moon I teach: No.
6
A pine tuft brushes coldly over shame
over lips
the silver handle of a hand mirror
three points right three points left of the line
gold isn't cool
Yes, it is
I always wanted a pirate scar
With the second chid, a new scar usually doesn't appear
I growl, thats all I want.
I told my daughters:
When you're older, I give you the paintbrush too. Until then I lick your wounds clean and whisper: Someday you will shine just like Mom.
7
That burns always
still
Favourite part
“Mom, you can paint stones there”
Gray is beautiful
Under the full moon I teach: I send my daughters into nature, to scratch their legs on the wild tree. I stroke around them on soft paws in the tall grass, with bared teeth and shining eyes, with golden fur and golden eyes.
I raise my snosut
begin
howl
they are all shining now
warmer than the moon
I let them run
through whipping branches
She-wolf in front - behind mir: seven golden furs
warmer than the moon
Bark is gold
Do you remember?