the kids are in trouble — Katrin Koenning

the kids are in trouble — ReadingRoom, Installation view

The rain then came

and so

it left

again.

Red turned

more

red, some sort

of omen in the

place of

ghosts. I

taste

it, now

and still, little

morsels

of water curling on

my tongue of that

same

colour;

declining

to depart.

My thoughts are

such, that

I may leave

them

there like pearls, seen by

nobody;

my tongue

the only witness and the heart

that met the sky gathered

briefly on

dark leaves.