someone scrawny




i am painter and poet


he came from auschwitz. or, much worse, the stairs of treblinka or mathausen...

now i found him. thin beard black scrawny as i was when he left me. now i..ve found him. and he..s found me. after the war.

the novel is finished. my 3 books of poems ready for what?
i repeat to myself i am strong.
i am in love.