rejected by the word
or disgusted by love
Fear of hearing my voice
throwing in these two beats
“Je
t’aime”
I feel naked and weak
and I hate being weak
But I gave “I love you”
millions times at least
at parties and nights
where words do not count
and promises fade
I offered my life
in a “behebbak”
[restrict]mixing faith and love
with a call for help
Tried “ich liebe dich”
for one student year
Did the job, studied,
the man
But I couldn’t keep
my lips to German
and had to move on
to “aishiteru”
Yet this was stunning,
exotic enough
but it didn’t last,
let’s go to the next
This summer I got
the call for “ti amo”
he was all enough
mysterious and kind
smile, body and brain
but then when I tried
to breathe out loud
the words got stuck again
at the gate of my throat
“Je t’aime”
unspeakable mother words
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this poem was published in our print quarterly number seven, Words.
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