I would hold my eyes between my teeth
like a killer his knife
while he is tying up his victim.
In this way I can walk
almost safe
among the fittest;
and no one would know
I am but a Schöne Seele,
and no one would tell me:
watch out.
Who would bother with a cubist
harlequin?
©Elena Malec, California 1997
down to the valley / ku dolinie
3 weeks ago
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