by Tamar Weir



my feet are on the ground

officially german soil

officially in the land of my ancestors

pulsing Godly

reactive vagina

arriving, unaffecting

vagina is now infected

german soil welcoming me with each new coffee shop

cacao beans

livening up the mood

now im awake and can see

all thats been left here for me to be

an infected jew thats what I am

no yellow star pasted on my shoulder

no signal, no sign, no mark

no marker in a sea of people, 


take a moment to breathe.

Fasten my invisible seat belt 

attached to my heart

For only a moment. 

I am free.

as the trains go by in every which way.

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