"Everybody shook.
As kids of ten,
we
shook."

It was once upon a
Kristallnacht,
once upon a grey November
nighttime.
It was even once upon
a
frozen fingertips, a
locking lips,
a happiness in eyes,
somewhere else, spirited
away with fairytales and
the like.

And I envied the moon, because
the solace she owned could not
be bought, borrowed or broken.

I wished I would
stop these shaking drills because
this
was
not
the time.
(but t-t-time is gone
and the tick-tocks are
the products of an insomniac
now, anyway.)


We told them it was a shower.
I don't know what to make of that.


Mutti, Vati,
Jetzt, bin ich allein.
Jetzt, liebe ich Leben,
aber nicht
diesem Leben.

and nein nein nein is all I can
pronounce.
(call them, call them up because
this is an
injustice)

Well,
behind a
night of broken glass,
at least
I'm
finally coming back to you.