The Algorithm
[2024]

Only the algorithm knows
Our true feelings these days
Responds to heartbreaks
Senses separation
Addresses misunderstandings
That, ironically,
He has created

Follow each other again
Don’t give up, he says
I have evidence of your shared interests
Mutual attraction
Maybe love even
Because of all the hearts

Feelings
Change
Never change
Can change
Because of an algorithm

His eager application of matchmaking
Creates constant excess
To feed the monster
No love involved here
Just a desire to control
Lost seekers
In the virtual world
With no connection
Direction
Other than the digital dream
A dystopia

There is no silence in this room
Only noise
Fleeting looks
Light touches
Without commitment
Once in a while, a surprise
There is actual flesh
Warm and a little wobbly
A feeling of home
Togetherness

But the story must go on
Many stories
All stories shared for 24 hours, max
Archived, deleted, reposted
The monster must be fed
Emotions abstracted, segmented
Without ever seeing
The full picture

Only sequences
Slices of sentiments
Slivers of desire
Never matching
Chronologically marching
One after the other
In a randomised choreography
Orchestrated by the algorithm

The flawless flows of foxed feelings
Open a path to emptiness
Lead to a site of commemoration
Where lost loves
Are solitarily remembered
And painfully burned
Into the beating heart
To leave a palpable, permanent mark

The Screenshot
[2023]

The touch
I hold on to you
The way I can

Holding you tight
With slight pressure
In my little hands
To produce an image
A red heart even
Under certain circumstances
Instantly

Please don’t go
Lend me your image
Just a little longer
I am terrified
By the idea
Of losing this moment
Your shot
Even blurred
And the screen going dark

Do not go
Do not go dark
We are out of reach
But not out of touch

Meeting you without seeing you
[2020]

Meeting you
without seeing you
enchanted by your voice
the way you walk
in blue sneakers
the only personal object
of you
that I can see
every morning
your energy
slenderness
no smell in this room
disinfected
the nose though
our daily touchpoint
two layers of gloves
one over the other
in different shades
of blue
one like your shoes
and all these emotions

A short blues
when you stopped
in the corridor
looking at me saying
that you feel for me
frustrated
you
for not setting me free
I am also blue
every other day
it is a deep blue
I prefer
formless like the sea
no gender no sex appeal
yet natural instincts persist
piercing through
the protection layers
with ease
one smells better
after the swab

In May
[2015]

how I wish to be free again
or attached
to you

five years have passed 
since we met 
saying goodbye
on Emily Hill
where your heartfelt embrace
in May
cracked the thick armour
around my heart

amour
it was in May
that my heart 
sensed your vibrations
returning me mine
that had gone for too long

this feeling
it's you!
in the second 
of a heart beat

it's you
everything has changed
and it is still you
today 

fair enough 
you told me
you had no desire
for me
neither in May
nor in August
nor the rest of the years

last year in March
I felt best
in your warm arms
rocking to the sweet music
of your soul

so the brain is clear
for a long time
but this terrible heart 
won't listen
it thinks of you 
all the time
as if a heart could think

toi/moi
[2006]

j'ai dû partir loin
de toi
pour revivre
pour retrouver mon moi
pourtant je suis devenue moi
avec toi

perdue
loin, loin
j'ai dû aller
sans toi
pour moi
le chemin de l'inconnu
celui de la vie

fuire
par terre
en larmes
à la recherche
du moi
perdue

si seule
par terre
buvant mes larmes
seule
sans savoir pourquoi

tu m'as laissé partir
sans larmes
pourquoi?

tu ressentais la perte du moi?
toi
qui a crée moi
sans savoir pourquoi
reprenons la route
pour voir
chercher
trouver
ni moi
ni toi

en avant
séparément
libre
par terre
portés par des ailes
pour voir
pour vivre
(heureux)