“my terrace” by Lara C. Wüster



you came to me and brought all my stuff

my toothbrush

for example

I'd like to scrub my terrace with it


your eyes are reaching for mine

dying branches towards a cold sky

on my terrace in winter

I wish I was kinder


someone watered me from above

but didn’t have any water left for you


if you would have been rosemary

I would have brought you inside

but seasonal tomatoes

die




Lara C. Wüster meets someone and likes to write a poem about it. Maybe she will also make a little sketch or take a photo. She is currently busy not losing touch with reality while deep diving into literary studies and philosophy at the LMU Munich.


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