the gaze is full of stamps
it shows where you have been
if there is a stamp you want to hide
then be shifty-eyed or sleep
with open or closed eyes
your gaze is stamped at all borders
every time you have crossed a border, I say
to the child, whether they are your own borders
or those of others
you can frighten others with the fear
in your eyes, I add
you laugh
that screwy laughter of yours
gets on my nerves
but you said I should
use the laughter-crying (that time
you gave me vocal cords as hard
as boards)
no, I say, you're wrong
you must be thinking of
the fountain-tears
but you said
that I should weep
with the laughter
that I should get a crying
that was a laughter
no I never said that
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