englische lyrik

neglected somewhere / day 25

so I had letters stapled to my chin
to not forget them,
things I wanted to tell, as if they were myths,
tales or, something worth.

and everything gets neglected.

as if databases get washed out and string-
theories are softend up by rain.
a pile of wood lies in the courtyard.

but it’s summer, people say.

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