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Sep 2021
I sleep on this couch because
at home, it doesn't go right now
you know it happens

My friends do
what they can
they help me

Not so much to help me
but as the answer
to my unspoken question

Of course
things are changing
and of course
      
I am still safe
here, together, here
in this house

is my safe square, a bed
here are their hands, reaching
to my hand
After "The square" (2017, Ruben Γ–stlund)

Collection "Without reserve"
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
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