Carsten René Nielsen:
Forty-one animals
(Prose poems, 2005)

Dormouse

One must be arrogant and dismissive whenever meeting a dormouse. Otherwise, it nestles down to sleep inside the groove between one’s chin and lower lip. There it stays until one grows a beard, and by then it’s absolutely impossible to get rid of. The whiskers on a dormouse are long and thick, and when you kiss a pretty girl, she will find it quite unpleasant. If she doesn't say anything, it’s because she is truly in love. But only the dormouse knows with whom.

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