Sometimes, the neon light in a supermarket is brighter than the people are inside it

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On Sunday
I went grocery shopping 
like a zombie

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I wandered through the aisles
empty-eyed
and got friendly only with the paving tiles 


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when I couldn't reach the top shelf
I realized,
I wasn't able to ask for help

so I pressed myself through the sliding door again
and cycled back,

like a maniac

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in the evening sun, unfortunately, my shadow arrived at home first

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later on,

when I lay awake at night with hunger pangs,

I got humble again

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I guess,
you can't only live on brain food

but hey,
missing you feels kind of good

my sofa

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restless bodies always travel

it's a bitter feeling not knowing whether to stop or go

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they told me that time-machines don't exist,
but I'm not so sure


maybe we are always everywhere
and always gone

maybe we are always nowhere
and still moving on

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I once bought a sofa in a thrift store

 - it came to me from the Seventies-

the moment I wanted to get rid of it
you sat on it and made love to me

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now it's still here
while you are gone

but somehwere in the Seventies

--I'm sure

the three of us are still going strong


(August 28th 2015)