by Peter Holm-Jensen
Though I moan beneath you and unfurl like a nightflower, you’ll never have me. Because you try to change me, I’ll change and change again before your eyes. I’ll unmask myself forever. Your mind is weak, your methods are wrong. Because you boast of possession, you’ll never own me. No matter what status you think you’ve achieved, I’ll always be a lie to you.
Peter Holm-Jensen waits and writes Notes from a Room until dawn touches his window.