One note

Georg Kolbe


I’m becoming

one note

can you hear it?

more hollow than a moan

can you feel my shoulders giving it shape?


no one else hears me

they cover the air with spittle and shine

foot walking around and around the center

no one dares touch

except with them as the star

of their own imaginations


It’s scary to think which way that goes


I’ve lost my skin nowadays

anyone can walk right in

pass right through and walk out the hole

in my heart

more flutter than beating

birds have strong but brittle bones


 I remember being that child

the one

more than one note