The park benches, of course, are ex-Nazis.They supported the ass of the SSwithout questioning; the old stamp “Juden Verboten”has been painted out.
absence is a margin of strongholds. I go out and I go out. Love is sequence and condition: one of the few winter nights
The loss you can’t remember.Crumbling walls, the mind’s stupor.The haze at the horizon, the lossindistinct, the stammered wordsrepeating themselves.You can’t remember.
A sleeper purifies a room.
The three fates in dark skirts and starched shirtwaists bend over their work,