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German (n.):

1. pain at the idea of staying home
2. home made in strange, unattained places



 
                                                                                       i offer my pillow tonight,
how you hold me                                                        beloved. you are pleasing and
unwilling. how
bones ache there,                                                       warm.


without the dampness
from rain:
without any particular
brokenness:


empty
where your marrow
should be.

                                                                                   does it matter
                                                                                   where i may go
                                                                                   while just now I rest
                                                                                   between your feet?
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