berlin self-help hotline

        why, americans
are you           the saddest people?

         when germans
     get upset
              they just       accept it,
don’t read        a fucking book
        or listen            to idiots        on podcast

         yet again,      a vagabond
tripping            on piss     stained
             concrete

          i      wonder
     was it the           pants
        pills         partners
too much thinking?

   the lack
           of bed         spare
change        bathroom
   fuzzy sweater?

            self-help
     in one      ear
         persisting       shame
     in another

 stumbling      techno tourist
      covered            in love
   bites          fleas

                   over time
            & with      meds
        she quiets

           i      wonder
      to which        tongues
           her books        lie

       in which story
               nobody         burns
    buries          a ghost

            scratches
      their itch           with
            somebody       else’s
                               skin

         outside            night falls
              too loud
                                  i hold
              my own hands
    pray      to my own
            pills        bed
    fuzzy sweater
                       smiling
             at passing       shadows
       far                   from my own

 

 

 

 

Hannah Polinski is a writer and filmmaker currently based in Tiohtià:ke/Montreal. Her writing has appeared in Frontier Poetry, Ricepaper, White Wall Review, and In the Mood Magazine. She exists online at hannahpolinski.com.