Shit, Nora,
I'm lying again
really to myself
I thought a new language,
a new culture,
a new home:
these things would be enough
Nora,
there is a ghost in my bathroom
it keeps opening the window
and turning the showerhead
before I'm ready
And you know there's a lighter
there's a light out there
And I know
in my very bones
another man is going to fall
victim
to my eyes
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