Norton 2009]Essen und Trinken
from Sonnenwendenlieder
(Solstice Songs)
Love breaks me like a corn cake
in a boy's mouth.
I am eating my own heart but I would like to wash it first,
raccoon-like, in the Rhine.
I offered him our bloods' river to drown in
but he found the metaphor distasteful. When did I learn
to make fun of pain, my closed throat,
the disease of my longing that makes it impossible
even to suck the ice chips shoveled
between dry lips with a long-handled spoon?
No river would oblige, in any case,
on this continent or another.
I havent thought about corn cakes in years. This really made me want to sit down and write
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