sind jene rostigen Bilder
ohne Erzähler
Rückseitig Tinten-
namen :
Paulinen, Theodore
und Fritzis
Fotopapiergesichter
drapiert
wie Obststücke
an Großmuttertagen
stehn die Kinder
gekämmt und geflochten
sortiert nach
Messerkerben und Tanten
die das Spiel mit grimmen
Blicken tadeln, als
hätten sie Angst um ihre
Sonntagsseelen ;
Ich staple meine Toten
in Schubladen
Sie duften
nach Staub und Lavendel
Gedicht von Maja Loewe
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