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Poem

Liyou Libsekal

GOSPELS

GOSPELS

GOSPELS

I live in a bed of days and paper
between the threads of a graying sweater
strands of yarn raveling out.

I’ve never been far from my gospels.

Hours weave, and I collect words
a graveyard of pens and discarded notes.

I am slow moving and unholy.

I sink in the discomfort
wear it in like this old sweater
frayed and ill fated.

I am fragile in this disorder.
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GOSPELS

I live in a bed of days and paper
between the threads of a graying sweater
strands of yarn raveling out.

I’ve never been far from my gospels.

Hours weave, and I collect words
a graveyard of pens and discarded notes.

I am slow moving and unholy.

I sink in the discomfort
wear it in like this old sweater
frayed and ill fated.

I am fragile in this disorder.

GOSPELS

Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
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VDM
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