Wednesday, June 25, 2008

waxed paper

speaking with strangers and slipping back

into the voice you’d put away

because no one would have understood

a thing you said

but just now

on the roadside

it was unusually clear

no halting pondering

everything

hamburgers and pink lemonade

waxed paper and bacon with no bones

speaking with strangers

and slipping back home

©German Diary 2008

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