God damn, I said, it’s snowing over me
and I realize with a shock
that my hair is no longer long enough for you.
I understand
that you changed, so I see, and you let me in the snow
you, my shelter, my key, my miracle
from the uninhabited street, from the bed
full of lost hair during our last night.
My
hair is no longer long
enough for you
enough of me, you took and
now there isn‘t enough. I don’t have enough strength
to wait for you, to stare for you
in the eyes of every metro passenger.
My
hair. My eyes
are no longer
deep enough, blue enough
this bed
is only a cradle for my lust
of everything we had, of our
multicultural position into the global world
to which we turned such an innocent back
my arms
your cradle are no more, so please, just go
into the first metro, and go! It hurts
like hell, I’m
getting crazy
alone
I'm walking now
in the snow
bald, feeling empty
I’m just a
lost snow-woman ready for redemption