Eine rote Wärmflasche halb zugedeckt unter ein grau rot karierten Decke.

HOT-WATER BOTTLE

STALE AND COLD, MAYBE EVEN ROTTEN
CERTAiNLY NOT HOT
MORE OFTEN—i WOULD THiNK—THAN NOT
A LiFE LiVED LONELY AND FORGOTTEN

UNTiL SiLENCE TURNS TO LOUD ALARM
iN TiMES OF NEED
AND FiLLED ANEW WiTH SOOTHiNG HEAT
THE HERMiT WiLL OBTAiN NEW CHARM 

EVEN SNUGGLED UNDER COZY COVER
FiGHTiNG PAiN iN STOMACH AND/OR BACK
WHAT A LOVELY, SELFLESS TRACK
FROM STRANGER TO BEST FRiEND OR LOVER

BUT THEN, THE HEAT TURNS COLD
AND LUCKiLY THE PAiN MOVED ON
SADLY
THE LOViNG GLORiE iS NOW ALSO GONE
BACK AGAiN TO LiFE LiVED LONELY AND UNTOLD

A poem about the ups and downs in the life of a hot-water bottle.

Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.
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