Cherophobia

Cherophobia


I drink carefully from life
a tiny sip at a time
bitter as grapefruit
foul as pond water
thick as yellow bean soup
hot as black coffee in Istanbul
lukewarm as the milk I forget on the table

I take
small bloody sips
gently, quietly
hold on to each one
holding my breath
in terror
even though I would like to gulp
the refreshing liquid
feel it flowing down the throat
belching loudly with the reins
running down the corners of my mouth
yell:


So, come on you bastard

 

 

Lífhræðsla

 

ég dreypi á lífinu

tek ég örlitla sopa í einu

beiska eins og greipaldin

fúla eins og tjarnarvatn

þykka eins og gula sprengidagssúpu

heita eins og svart kaffi í Istanbúl

volga eins og mjólk sem gleymist á borði

 helvítis smásopa

varlega, hljóðlega

passa mig að  treina þá

held niðri í mér andanum

af skelfingu

þó mig langi helst að teyga þá í mig

þamba hressandi vökvann

finna hann flæða niður hálsinn

ropa svo hátt

með taumana niður munnvikin

æpa:

Skál,

komdu þá helvítið þitt

 

 

Ásdís Ingólfsdóttir

 

Is a geologist and science teacher at Kvennaskólinn Junior College in Reykjavík, Iceland. Along with her teaching she is finishing MA-degree in creative writing at the University of Iceland. She has written textbooks in Natural Science and Chemistry with her colleagues, translated non-literary texts and published prose and poems in collections in Iceland and York, England. Her first book of poetry will be published by Partus Press in Iceland later this year.

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