YEAR OF THE BMW ISETTA 600 - MAN MüSSTE! - MOTORISIERT SEIN

at night you came and tucked me in/ the linen smelled of four kinds of lavender/ in the morning, on a plate/ you had prepared several [✚]/ and poured a glass of [✠✠✠]/ in school, all through the day/ we studied boredom and escape/ fantasied heightened states of boredom/ drowsy apparitions dressed in pastel aprons throwing many-colored confetti into a pond with great detachment/ we closed our eyes and listened to cars/ we named everything, karla, michael, günther, haus, bahn/ in the afternoons we hurried home to dinners and green jello/ naming every house on the way [♜]/ later in the evening we would sit around the open window/ and wait for the meteor to happen/ wait for mum to open the umbrella indoors so that the singing would begin/ the little hint of a moon being created/ just before the day ended/ in [✈✈✈]/ and the metal twisting the little babies to sleep/