WHERE I BECOME YOU (7.) Poem by Antjie Krog

WHERE I BECOME YOU (7.)



7.

the winter wind
my littlest
my leftbehind
jasmine-draped skull

describes our shadow against the stone
against the wall we are
one
but your wound
keeps reflecting if I
look at you
separately
from inside the scent of your deepest arm

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