Smaller than I am
I fell into my own arms
to pieces
but all love
licking the wounds
They are mine
The bed doesn't know a thing
it just carries whoever lies down
soft for heavy
and prickly, for me
I talk and write my complaints
away under enthusiastic words
friends desbravely hope with me
guessing what I don't dare
to share and afterwards
I am worried
whether I did them wrong
I am so tired
my body is the limit
I want to pass