Thursday, 11 April 2013

9. Fensterln

I want a word
for the change
of light in spring.

The first light,
the belly flop,
so green and so gold.

In German,
there is a word
for climbing in a window

to fuck
without your parents
noticing, but

this spring is
an old, oveslept drunk,
too long in his sackcloth.

I want a word
for your bed
in the winter.

An underarm crook
word, a blanket fort
home.

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