the sisters speak in their broken german tongues
outside oak doors, wind and herr knocked. the jamb
is just an iamb. i am broad and nonlinear. i am
inexplicable, a face not unlike yours. you are
changed in snow puddles and frost mournings.
the high singsong notes between alley ways
like wailing cats are how i knew you. turn
the screw. shards of bitte, a hollow
resonance, resonance nonetheless. i can turn
if you'll open the way: a long road, no words,
gilded cold, no words.
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those last few lines are AWESOME. great line breaks with "a hollow/resonsance" and "i can turn/if you'll open the way".
ReplyDeletei would play with line breaks anyway just a bit, and maybe clean up the language....
woot!