Forgotten Youth Poem Series (#9): [Ain't]schuldigung
I woke up one fine morning
in a pool of tears
you shed last night
A lazy wood duck
floated beside me
making noises in German — oh fuck
All I heard was “Entschuldigung, Entschuldigung!”
like pinprick in my ears
and it rained in my room–
–flooded, bathing me in uterine fluid
but whatever, I guessed I could finally go back to sleep
and be born again, pure, ain’t putrid no more
(NB: Entschuldigung is German for excuse me)