Austria

By Michael Stavarič

Barely have I closed my eyes
and I think to myself
That I fit in there perfectly
In you, my beloved Austria
And everything is good
For 10, 12, 13 breaths
Barely awake again, I am asked if I will
be writing an obituary to
you, my beloved Austria
And I hear myself say
Yes, yes, oh yes
And then that truly frightened me

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