wien pt. 1

trickled nightly in the middle; dripping wet with white shine

if you told me they washed them down to make them pretty

i'd believe you

its only more sparkly that way

anyhow

we saw a man doing it on our way out

soapy water around the corner

he almost splashed us and i hoped he would

and he smiled as he apologized

(at least i think he did)

i saw what she held one of the days

small strokes filled large in comparison

i don't have that patience so i appreciate

yours

and those ones that literally shine,

lights glowing behind

wood, or canvas

hard-fibre and metal

i don't know how you did that

and i wonder if you did

either way

i hope i will some day

thank you for your sketches, they made me feel so human

its funny how much i hold it now,

that place.

even then -- i knew it was pretty

you'd be a fool to think

it normal

but it took me

even when i was hurt

and it held me

and i felt safe

i might belong there

but i might just still be

under its spell

i don't know

i'm not really one to fall

for new places

its funny how boiled - hot our entrance was

screaming a language we thought they couldn't understand

they always seemed to be laughing at us and

for once i didn't mind

and they didn't seem to dislike us

either

the moment i thought

this is where i need to be

may have been

when i saw the place that chooses only

to serve a baked potato, hot wine

but a baked potato

with tzatziki and cheese

and whatever

the hell you

want

i just hope that isn't just during

the wiener christkindlmarkt

and

only then