Zywa
Discarded table
Emptiness pulls me over the sidewalk
past the house in which also
my parents do not live anymore
Everything is different
The heart is lacking
The table massif
of the unwritten rules
preached to obedience -
a book full inside my head
I feel its weight
move when seeing
the room, so familiar
the certainties heavy
and clear again after years
of thinning, an unlosable
belief, despite
opening
the pages and
despite my way
my truth
my life without
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