my real name might just be:
i am not here.
i am not there.
lost in this tiny space,
between the words.
how courageous,
how out of my mind
can i really become?
i am not here-
not even as the storyteller-
the stories tell themselves.
i am like a fool,
hanging my entire life,
with words, onto a laundry line,
during a very wild storm.
scattered throughout
a landscape, too huge, to ever
consider travelling-
like a prairie, with
nobody home
anymore.
© Susanne Becker
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