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Poem

Barbara Köhler

POEM

I call myself you for thus the distance
between us is eliminated like skin
against skin we are not
to be distinguished or divided one
and the other the border is
the injury the transition
an open wound you call me
I which of the two of us says
here’s your knife
make my cut.

GEDICHT

GEDICHT

ich nenne mich du weil der Abstand
so vergeht zwischen uns wie Haut
an Haut wir sind nicht
zu unterscheiden zu trennen eins
und das Andere die Grenze ist
die Verletzung der Übergang
eine offene Wunde du nennst mich
ich wer von uns beiden sagt
hier hast du ein Messer
mach meinen Schnitt.
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POEM

I call myself you for thus the distance
between us is eliminated like skin
against skin we are not
to be distinguished or divided one
and the other the border is
the injury the transition
an open wound you call me
I which of the two of us says
here’s your knife
make my cut.

POEM

I call myself you for thus the distance
between us is eliminated like skin
against skin we are not
to be distinguished or divided one
and the other the border is
the injury the transition
an open wound you call me
I which of the two of us says
here’s your knife
make my cut.
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