Zywa
Dew
The morning dawns, I step out of bed
Because I want to feel it, I go through
being born in public, I undress myself
in the street and it feels funny
I caress my goose bumps, it's embarrassing
that I have to pee on the waterfront
We're standing still not to fall
Shoulder before shoulder all together
We're standing still for the picture
like athletes at the start, we stretch, forget
the small hard shelves, the extending toes
and the cold iron between butt and legs
We're standing still as if we hover
an arch of bellies soft
stretched over the canal
Venuses for a moment
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