courage to be

kissing him was like kissing a door
slim flat stern with hinges on one side
but moveable on the other
how it swung open how we fell
there were boats and we took them
our nicotine-sour mouths in each other
like an element to shape something from
the bitterness gathered in the hollows
when it wore off we smoked

from Disciple (trans.Nicholas Grindell)

3 AM Magazine interviews the poet Monika Rinck (Germany)