Poem Poem by Barbara Köhler

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I call myself you for thus the distance
between us is eliminated like skin
against skin we are not
to be distinguished or divided one
and the other the border is
the injury the transition
an open wound you call me
I which of the two of us says
here's your knife
make my cut.

Translation: Georgina Paul

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