i.m. Saskia Hamilton
I opened the window
to clouded sun + a flood
of jasmine or was it fake
jasmine the scent
rushed in the room a
sudden garden + you were
already dead I did not know it
you did not know it
now I feel nothing
the feelings will come
a surprise like the jasmine
perfuming a city renowned
for its bankers and trade
its strade nuove its glorious republic
its ingenious voyagers
and you
“a noble soul”
it wasn’t sentimental
for your friend to say
fare forward voyager
∞
the old men with beautiful manners
found their surprising heir in you
who would not say what happened
yet did + did + did
your spirit’s bark is driven
the Golfo Paradiso nearby
dead poets stupid death
stupid writing but this
is what we sometimes do
women have other names
to make or lose or carry, mar
O mare
what’s inaccessible growing large
as the fin whale larger
than legions of dinosaurs
and will your child thrive
where you summered
in your first language
what weird light forks a tree
that leafs out zwijgen
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