there is in the air an absence of memory
a forgetting of happenings
a face becoming hard to place
the contours shift
the smile is fading
all that remains is a phrase
‘it’s raining here too…’
bryan adams asks for forgiveness
in the background.
what’s there to forgive?
but to forget….
so much
a lifetime
two lifetimes
maybe more
Jung lives in the recesses of your dreams
where neither you nor your mother win
and the man you love is neither a vomitus
nor a projection of your father
forgive me if I seem irrelevant
somewhere in my wake and dream
I like myself as I am
a punctuation mark between the war
that tore my being into two countries
hating both
loving all
I breach the laws of borders
with the wind blowing hither and thither
pulsating between right and wrong
I make your morning bread
with due respect
and an apology not needed I
make my bed like I am the only one
who will sleep here tonight
not waiting for your approval
like a foreign office stamp
that will allow me to cross the border
to eat with my friends
the woman in you needs permission
from the wolves only
rapture of a higher psyche
a reversal of fortune
men dont exist
where women live
they breathe because you do
may 2019