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You count on it, a home

I sleep on the couch because
at home, it doesn’t go right now
you know it happens

My friends do
what they can
they help me

Not so much to help me
but as the answer
to my unspoken question

Of course
things are changing
and of course

I am still safe
here, together, here
in this house

is my safe square, a bed
here are their hands, reaching
to my hand
Amsterdam, January 27th, 2018
Poem 1669
Translation of poem 1668. Je rekent erop, een huis (January 27th, 2018)

After “The square” (2017, Ruben Östlund)
Collection  Without reserve