
the tenderness in your folds
the secrets that you keep
the closets where i hid
to get away from him
the cinnamon babkas tickled my tongue
while your eyes smiled to hear me
mis-pronounce chicken schnitzel
through my missing front teeth
the tenderness in your folds
the secrets that you keep
the closets where i hid
to get away from him
the cinnamon babkas tickled my tongue
while your eyes smiled to hear me
mis-pronounce chicken schnitzel
through my missing front teeth
as i followed the silver mist
i could not understand it was her voice
and the voice of the others in their
cocktail dresses
lyrically they laughed in a quasi celestial choir
while they clinked their martini glasses
she accounted the times after the war
running barefoot through Spandauer Forst
and feeling the twigs between her toes
her eyes welled up recounting her Vaters joy
flicking her red hair back in a proud swoosh
she reached for the vodka bottle
Sinatra hung above their shoulders
and nodded me into my room
little green eyes fell unto the carpet
“ja Mutti” trembled out
i woke up to the pounding of first
responders on my neighbor’s heart
on the corner of 5th and Wall