Poland

borders surprise us
the map we made is lost

and if I said this was my life
would that change anything

the rain decides to forget anything it knew about you
our signatures; tangled ink, fading

if I said I wanted this
or how did I get here

Frankfurt an Oder
because no one is letting you anywhere
without a passport

border ease, leaves us between each other
coward lips

by saying river
bronze water running

one pension, two beds
by saying Krakow, or Warsaw

by putting words in a bag
and throwing them into a river

our lives are leaves blown about in a storm

by saying: rusted anchor
prison door

by saying: the words
but, the words will never forgive us

who will forgive us?