headman

you dared disturb my peace

at one point in time

calling my usual grounds

rags, not worth a soul;

you gave me only your head

as your heart stayed

on the other side of the water

where your mum is battling cancer

and sentimental stepfather

gives you goosebumps like no other;

you called me smart

how did you manage to notice that?

when I barely uttered a word

listening to you talk to yourself

in a stream of surgical syllables

in our prostrate language ;

I do it to myself too

only when I’m alone, scared

when I have to adapt to dimmer light

copiously filling the past –

and that’s what I’m relying on now

my eternal castle that wants to survive

any storm comparable to you

protecting your own world

same as I do with mine;

what we gonna do now

with our separate little worlds?

cracked, never connected properly

and melted, painfully dispersed

down to the smallest particles

not worth anyone’s view

-

for M.

-

(2022 – 2023)

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