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Poem

Marcel Beyer

Fair copy drawing

I see you draw soot, water, pores in the
plastic curtain, daylight, it smells of
quilt, of ancient green checks. I’m hanging
on chestnut branches, on my forearm

flies. End of August. An urge for mini golf.
Second drawing, at the plastic curtain the images
separate, I see your shadow against the

sky. In the leaves a sneaker, fur, from the
photo on the chest of drawers gazes a stranger. In
one place the fern is stirred, I see
you, the sky moves into the hair behind the ears.

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Ruß, Wasser sehe ich dich zeichnen, Poren im
Plastikvorhang, Tageslicht, es riecht nach
Steppdecke, nach grünem Vorzeitkaro. Ich hänge
an Kastanienzweigen, auf meinem Unterarm

die Fliegen. Ende August. Ein Minigolfverlangen.
Nachzeichnung zwei, am Plastikvorhang scheiden
sich die Bilder, ich sehe dich gegen den Himmel

schatten. Im Laub ein Turnschuh, Fell, aus dem
Kommodenphoto schaut ein fremder Mann. Der
Farn gerät an einer Stelle in Bewegung, ich sehe
dich, der Himmel zieht ins Haar hinter den Ohren.
Close

Fair copy drawing

I see you draw soot, water, pores in the
plastic curtain, daylight, it smells of
quilt, of ancient green checks. I’m hanging
on chestnut branches, on my forearm

flies. End of August. An urge for mini golf.
Second drawing, at the plastic curtain the images
separate, I see your shadow against the

sky. In the leaves a sneaker, fur, from the
photo on the chest of drawers gazes a stranger. In
one place the fern is stirred, I see
you, the sky moves into the hair behind the ears.

Fair copy drawing

I see you draw soot, water, pores in the
plastic curtain, daylight, it smells of
quilt, of ancient green checks. I’m hanging
on chestnut branches, on my forearm

flies. End of August. An urge for mini golf.
Second drawing, at the plastic curtain the images
separate, I see your shadow against the

sky. In the leaves a sneaker, fur, from the
photo on the chest of drawers gazes a stranger. In
one place the fern is stirred, I see
you, the sky moves into the hair behind the ears.
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