Scooters
I can very
well get on this scooter to get away from you
like
someone who escapes from boredom and ends up in China
but nights
exist even in Mandarin.
you never
thought about making a name for yourself around the world
but the
world makes a name for itself inside of you
and it’s
not always round.
we used to
eat fire in the field
spoil
apples against the walls
that kept
us away from each other
we had
orchards growing in our throats
and we
wanted to lick the stars
they looked
as sweet as golden blackberries.
when
grandma died, I was quick to understand that
childhood
would be
the only
place of peace.
now I talk
with imaginary scooters
I'm miles
away from my grandfather's field
I'm a
digital fruit
who tastes
like blood.
I'm going
to buy a scooter,
rush to my
grandfather’s field
and live
there forever.
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