DRY SEASON

From the immensity of my failures,

and the cost to other flesh than mine,

I escape into the words of others, and

put up some fig leafs of own making;

between these latter days and graves,

and broken hearts and shattered lives,

I put up dry sentences as palisades

and walls. May they burn well.

13.06.2023

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