It smells like liquid iron in here
And the sunny breeze
wiped my eyes with baby oil
It bursted like a bubble, a bunny sneeze, I didn’t realize it at first, it was so gentle
It glued me here, right next to the grass
The grass, excuse me, please,
do you remember it?
To decay like a fiery snail whose tail got run over by a bicycle — Squashed
I’m glossy, I’m gooey, I’m glued
cut nerves and tingling numbing yet I stretch onwards
My limbs are pulsating orange
and it smells like iron and vanilla pudding
Oily eyes

the warm and fuzzy haze arrives in waves
The humidity is curling up time and
sucking wrinkles on my fingertips
Thin soft skin by the bathtub rim
You only see the fruiting body, the mother
But the children are the hungry ones:
little sucklings, dissolving me
They bursted in me like a bunny sneeze

Text by Reetta Nummi / SITOI

A person of love is also a destoyer, craving to catch the softly burning flame of desire. Baby Choir composes psychopoetic journeys decaying pleasures and sucking muscles. A space for tenderness and rotting, a dirty body surface and a shifting composite. Baby Choir provides a german audio description as an integral part of the work. The audio description was developed within the working process of the piece.

Text by Josefine Mühle and Suvi Kemppainen