MARRY OFF Poem by Astrid Lampe

released from the noise disturbance of this second smallest airport
this foreign soil also draws a sharp sugar rim
round the gargle-singing steam cramming
of our cappuccino

we land already

we land steadily yet I fly

automatic (with every new impression) this piece of land overwriting
colonize
win over

upgrade each striking part of the host country with familiar scents

to casually
like a rare stamp
like an illegal film
like a criminally big and slow file

download it via my fast AirPort, to annex

• the most recent version of Cologne Cathedral
• a mixture of gargle-song and minaret
• one of the still sacred spots between baptism and death

that is how you enter

native or non-native: cultivate your accent! and

we have arrived

importing activity
exporting activity

excitedly we follow the luminous leaping line on our screen

legitimise the secret love
click on save
legalize

poetry is dope