The language part

  I sometimes think, I know

  I sometimes thought, that

  if we could just get past

  the language part, we all

  could then move on to the

  real thing. I remember, I

  thought it were the point

  of language, to carry the

  load, domesticated as the

  donkey that it is.

  But, we don't all move at

  once, and so I was wrong.

  Two friends go to the sea

  and one sends this. I was

  the friend of both, and I

  hope I still am. But I am

  beholden to the one whose

  texts are slower to come.

  Slow words. Remind me, of

  of the dignity that isn't

  the donkey's; the feeling

  of being unsure.

Rik Slabbinck

Tim Schuhmacher