by Tamar Weir
my feet are on the ground
officially german soil
officially in the land of my ancestors
vagina is now infected
german soil welcoming me with each new coffee shop
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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