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Liyou Libsekal

GOSPELS

GOSPELS

GOSPELS

I live in a bed of days and paper
between the threads of a graying sweater
strands of yarn raveling out.

I’ve never been far from my gospels.

Hours weave, and I collect words
a graveyard of pens and discarded notes.

I am slow moving and unholy.

I sink in the discomfort
wear it in like this old sweater
frayed and ill fated.

I am fragile in this disorder.
Liyou Libsekal

Liyou Libsekal

(Ethiopië, 1990)

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GOSPELS

I live in a bed of days and paper
between the threads of a graying sweater
strands of yarn raveling out.

I’ve never been far from my gospels.

Hours weave, and I collect words
a graveyard of pens and discarded notes.

I am slow moving and unholy.

I sink in the discomfort
wear it in like this old sweater
frayed and ill fated.

I am fragile in this disorder.

GOSPELS

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