When I woke
fell out of my life
perhaps because of a
in a distant world
he turned and rolled
from side to side
went to the fridge
took milk out of the door
she warmed and held the cup
to the throbbing under the skin and the time went
me were the words of foreign
as they hung on tattered threads
but he drank, and wiped
with the milk mustache even
remembering from his lips
Tina Tina Willms Willms
, born in 63, a trained pastor, now a freelance writer, lives with her family in Hameln. Publications in journals and anthologies, 2003 sermon price of the publisher for the German economy, winner of the Hildesheim poetry competition 2010th
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