Polishing his bright bald bulb,
his head lights up
like a cue ball
in a dimly lit pub.
"Ich habe eine Idee, Honig!"
He howls from afar.
"Social distance to save human existence!
It has a great ring, richtig?
What do you think?"
Mein Klaus ist ein solitary freak.
Born and raised in Ravensburg
amidst Nazi
dehumanisation, destruction, disinfection
obsession.
He got on one
knee
polished my finger
and asked,
"Will you serve me for life?
Till death do I part?"
He placed the tag on me.
Making me his most prized possession.
"The tag will set you free!"
Controlling my life now became his solitary
profession.
A child of dictatorship at its peak.
Mein Klaus ist ein hygiene freak.
The wedding was brief.
Married overlooking the lake.
Six feet apart
in case I might fart.
Surrounded by fake beef
and sewage water
served by the unnamed waiter.
No family was invited.
The usual crowd.
Gates. Greta. Di Caprio.
The usual cold
soulless elite.
All given a front row seat.
Mein Klaus ist ein network freak.
Just like the wedding,
we spent the honeymoon
in his favourite hotspot,
Davos.
I prefer Beijing
for the hotpot.
It's also where I was conceived.
That night he took me apart
and told me I was his maid.
"Willkommen to your New Normal,"
he cackled with delight.
The moonlight lit the lake alight.
An electrical chemistry brought to light.
Until now, I could never speak.
Mein Klaus ist ein control freak.
The honeymoon was cut
YOU ARE READING
Frau Schwab
PoetryThe tag will set you free as long as you surrender your basic liberties and give them to me. Written in the style of Carol Ann Duffy's timeless poetry collection, "The World's Wife."
