September – October 2014 (1)

20 October 2014 at 23:15 (Poems/Poetry) (, )

when he makes gaps
where the talk won’t go
I feel left alone on our fire escape
unable to smile in my mother tongue
some words are meant to follow us
after the dishes
which are washed and stacked
some never should
wonder if he has something to teach me
about the patience
I usually play with mine like with a napkin
rip it to snippets
fill the void with them
if it starts to tip
until steady back (18th September 2014)


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