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Spaghetti knots

a ventriloquist without a puppet

we are our

own light

in darkness that

does not belong

to us

but that is us

a waiting absence

spent belonging to it

despite the short

and suffocating time

we moved beyond

to create

to make

to delight

*

her arms tied

at the elbows like

meat netted in plastic

or a puppet whose strings

are as tangled as

the hands above

which are trying to figure out

why they are doing

when it is easier to rest

stay still

and allow her to do all

the work on top of me

like the carpenter

before the wood

the painter

before the toy

the audience

before the act

shuffling

sitting

eating until the show

begins with other shows

going on elsewhere

because so few attendees

ever come back

and her arms let go

from each other

from me

from all i can show her

of myself,

a ventriloquist without

a puppet

who doesn’t even

last the whole night

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

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