Bezugsperson | poetry

you make it very clear

I am a child

and I belong to you

in times of need

great great need


your body needs too much

I die in the holes of your body

I have a best friend and he’s very old


you take my father’s children away

my father disappears

my father’s not there


your kindness is a compensation

an unspoken apology that never ends

because your needs never end


and your children’s superfluousness

became very convenient


your presence plunges a room into its innate darkness

and whilst you were dying

my body called me back into existence

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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