The Cabinet - Anja Garbarek

I’m lying as far out

Towards the edge

As possible

So far out

That I’m almost tripping over

You lie behind me

Your breath is heavy

You’re sleeping

There are some screws

That are coming loose

From two holes in the wall

The plaster’s sifting down

Resting like sleep-sand in my eyes

There’s a cabinet

(Hanging over my bed)

Filled with all my secret things

(Filled with all my secret things)

Every night I lie

(Staring at it)

I’m so afraid that it will fall down

Onto my face

I know what is keeping

My cabinet from falling down

It’s very a small bird

Made of ceramics

Fastened by a thread

To the bottom of the cabinet

When you’re awake

You play around with it

Then I get so scared

That the thread won’t be strong enough

I’m hiding my head under the pillow

Hoping that

The bird won’t fly away

There’s a cabinet

(Hanging above my bed)

Filled with all my secrets things

(Filled with secret things)

Every night I lie

(Staring up at it)

I’m so afraid that it will fall down

'Cause what if the cabinet

(Were to fall down)

And what if it hit my face

(Would you get frightened by)

The things that you would see

(The things that you would see)

Or would try to mend it

(Would you even try)

There’s a cabinet

Hanging above my bed

Filled with secret things