March 17, 2021

Without a Grid

guilt, rice, yeah!, clit
ach so., ping pong, a smiley face, easy
graffiti tags
the people must know
somebody thought

let the winding roads swallow you up
you have a sense of direction
you are not bound by time

a nightingale chirps a song
for whom
it’s four in the morning

short stories with a long finish
lingering and present
mine’s ended

add this to your list of privileges
this too
don’t forget this
it’s not a game

tell her your warum bist du hier
like the sign above the döner shop
how bold