My hand always arrives
later than another hand that mixes with mine and forms one hand.
When I go to sit down
I become aware that my body
is sitting on another body that has just sat down
where I am sitting.
And in the precise instant
that I enter a house,
I discover that I was already there
before I ever arrived.
That is why it is quite possible that I won't attend my burial,
and that while they shower me with commonplace sayings,
I will already be in my tomb
dressed as a skeleton,
yawning at the phony expressions and weeping.
Translation by Dan Newland