I am the shadow for you to hide beneath Comments

DEAR FRIENDS, PLEASE DON'T MISUNDERSTAND
we don't know each other yet. I don't even know
myself. every morning up I get and don't have a clue:
is it me, Almut? Ulrike? just who was that child under
its mother's skirts? I am the mother, I am the daughter
I am the shadow for you to hide beneath
I am a field full of rapeseed, give cover to deer
and shine like thirteen oil-paintings laid one on top
of the other. I am the landscape, I am the huntress
at home on the open plain, sitting in the raised hide
at the forest's edge counting the deer in the field. my friends
do you see my hair cropped short? I shall let it fly loose
in the wind. I am a text that begins to unravel
just as it reaches an end, just a bit of a soldier
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