It is more than my heart.
It’s worse than jumping from the roof.
It is louder than the cry of the angry.
But much quieter than the whisper of a crushed mouse.
This is what everyone has been looking for all their lives.
To find, to lose, to find again.
This is what in a white fate with a wicked oskar
In the white light
I am talking about the mother-in-law.