to bend back up between 3
and 5 in the milky moonlight are
all bikes died falling into the
silent even with snow a taxi
the last songs from yet
so is not he meant and
a rotten crate is tipped inside
wait seven wild mandarin
because the day will come and that certainly
tight he pulls the other hand in
is his armpit under
patch he touched with violet
zeh glut gradually digs back
to pale trace in the self-totter
his gang very reflective to cats
black to follow
the staircase still in the early
he drinks before frost a girl empty
by Luise Luise Boege Boege
* 1985 in Würzburg, studied at the German Literature Institute in Leipzig, lives 2004 to 2009, and has worked since 2009 in Berlin. 2005 price of the radio play summer Leipzig, 2006 winner of the open mikes.
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