an opportunity to escape
You'll cram up the few pennies left in your pocket
and I will break
the locket of this
old post world war second ruin I live in
with my bare teeth and then we leave and
our feet that we
usually drag
behind our souls
will fly over these steps and we will
be out of this hole out of this hole
this
mole hill inside which we
crawled blindly
for far too long
Scratching ourselves
bloody with our sharp
claws
Too sharp to reach
the slow soft escape we need
And on the day that we escape
I promise
somehow slowmotion piano music will play
And as I drive and you are
asleep on the backseat
I will watch single strings of your hair sway
in the wind that
in fact is a promise of the upcoming
things,streaming in through the open window
Maybe I'll have some images running through my mind
while my hands are
upon the steering wheel
I'll think of what might happen if you just
lose your memory one day
and
when all the years that I have
needed to tame
the stranger in you
are just gone
How I'll sit infront
of you
and teach you how to
pronounce
my name correctly
how that would be
I'll think of tenthousand scenarios
not paying attention to road signs
because I have one finger gliding along the map of
thoughts
of
visions
of
what directions to take
in order to escape
in my head and that is
enough for orientation
I'll speak to you in a soft voice
to wake you up
and recognize the voice of my mother
and all mothers
and all lovers before
right inside of it
we'll stop at a gas station
to refill the tank
to refresh the memories of kisses
to realize what we are doing
Parallel to this
they will read our goodbye note
in sloppy handwriting , not even a philosophical
quote added to it
just the line
we are almost there
almost there
this night
we are going to kill
time
and all that it has
done to us



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