poetry

T[alkward]

I feel awkward talking about things I did bad-

lying and scheming and being the

kinda person when I wa[e]nted to be a

kinda[er] person: not childish in German

sense but gentle-

[r] in English.

And I live and breathe the language I write

and speak and kiss with my lips

starved of

your tongue and song of life and simple

magnifi-

sense: yes, in your pre-

senses everything is bigger: grander,

finer, willing itself so [wonder-

{ful]-

sum} of your parts – in my heart and

for sol

i-

tarry less by now: oh how this con-

fuses my body untrue.

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