Benjamin Gonzalez

1994, Berlin
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you are
but you are hidden
in the silence of a dad who is ashamed
in the darkness of a room beneath the roof
in which long time ago they made mistakes
not big ones but
of a tumorous kind
(were you there?)

you are
you master love
you tempt me with an unexpected glance
but i—i cannot leave but had to stay
nailed to the floor boards since they shut the doors
it does not hurt
only i cannot move
(like you?)

you are
and you don’t speak
a flitter of a taciturnous sun
reflected in the trembling lake i am
let me be as still as you and light
a bird’s breast held
by air and wings
(not mine.)
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