Berlin

Berlin

Dienstag, 28. Mai 2013

my real name


my real name might just be
i am not here
i am not there
even
lost in this tiny space
between the words
i utter to create a fantasy
i call (my) life
how courageous
how out of my mind
can i really become
i am not here
not even as a storyteller
the stories tell themselves
I am like a tool
hanging my entire life
with words onto a laundry line
during a wild wild storm
my laundry is helpless
afterwards everything is
scattered throughout
a landscape too huge to ever
consider travelling
like a prairie with
nobody home
anymore

© Susanne Becker

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