HANS IN LUCK, Poem by Ulrike Almut Sandig

I'm writing just t let you know I hv
all I need. this i my hand, this i my

arm, this i my eye, look closely now; it's all
still here, since you've been gone, + esp

at least 1x each of these: my forehead, my brain
and my bad luck. these days I keep it brief and write

to you in t voice of t white dove at t window
its mechanical ‘tothineownselfbet' ru ru

ru, that most garrulous dove from Lucksville o Thames
who adds 1 last hopeful syllable onto each +

every one of her reports, 1 x what a waste! anyway
I'm signing off. can scarcely understand a wd I say

w all this absence. apart from that I hv
all I need. dear Hans. but what are you up to?

+ esp: where r u?
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