“what youth is for”

You’re leaving

The broad expanse

of your back

is the gallery

where I ‘II hang my dreams.

Always on your way


When will I

go with you?

I’ll behave

like you want

No more words from me,

Or sounds

You explode

I will sit


I’ II take it


like you want.

She can’t help it

grapevines say

her mind

her own mind

how awful

There are lovely moments


but lovely

Those, I will keep


I put those on the top

to forget

when I’m old

I don’t need the

slamming doors

yelling men

empty homes

that’s what


is for

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