The Internationals

26/03/2010

Bad English is the language of love. In a café, I listen to a date
Conduct itself in blissed-out niceties. It seems to suit them fine.
And yet… Only my sandwich is distinctly German;
I can’t escape the feeling that something is being lost.

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