woman tells me stories of parties
in the White House when her husband
was an ambassador. I am more honest
with her than I have been
with myself. Her son was a painter
but now he can't walk, she just
came from the hospital. She tells
me to live my life. Later, I drink
beer and soda and sing along
with a German band covering
American bar songs. Yesterday
I slid down a salt mine
in Berchtesgaden. Tomorrow
is my new favorite word,
in any language.
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