“The Fish is Waiting” by Jessie Kleemann

The fish is waiting

the one and only
in whose eyes I see
the fish

in the mountains
the mountains on the sea
the wilderness full

the dogs pulling the sledge
tracks under the ice
on the smelly asphalted road

my mother’s mothers

and stories
that stutter and stutter
the same groove over the nail
from birth to grave

the masks that shine
are being washed down by
the long odour of the sweat

wilderness is saturated

the fish
is
waiting.

Jessie Kleeman
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