From my position

in one of the rooms upstairs,

it's not entirely easy

to

determine

whether it's Ram Narayan's sarangi

or the cat's howling

before a throw-up

that I hear

In the great outdoors

the snow grains abrade Sweden

in the gusts of wind

The heart

idles sluggishly

just beneath consciousness,

enabling ”the sickly paleness of afterthought”

yet another time unit

I tape my heels

and think twice

It gets worse than this

At ICA Råneå country store

lies a ski mask

waiting for a face

over the weekend

From my position upstairs

it's difficult to acertain

whether it's the cat's retching

or Ram Narayan's sarangi

that I hear