Give All Your Limbs to Me
I’ve grown in my own home.
I wake up in the country
and I split wood, I feed the fire.
I feed the pets and the animals.
The cats and the greyhounds.
(The squirrels / squirrels you see
are about all you dream about now.)
Maybe I am St. Francis of Assisi.
Also I am St. Francis of Nowhere.
I am not thinking of turning
into a statue. I pull a bag of popcorn
from the couch and I draw,
I draw, Virginia. I draw on the clock
and it’s like 30, 30 seconds
until I go back in there.
Thank you. I like your site. Even though it’s in German, and I don’t read German, I got the gist of it.
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Nice poem, I really like it