From Köln Cathedral

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I nearly set fire to something

yesterday out of laziness

lying on the floor in the little room I’d rented

on the outskirts of a city even stranger

than the one I was trying to call home.

Even the word home

carries a note of strangeness now,

as if I am only just discovering

that I never knew what it meant to begin with.

And here I hover on the edge of the almighty,

the hundred years’ divine presence

at the axis of the city,

trying to make sense of the flames

licking the periphery of my eyesight,

knowing nothing,

not even home,

is for long.

22 February 2020

Published by Cecilia Gigliotti

Cecilia Gigliotti (she/her) lives in Berlin with a beloved ukulele named Uke Skywalker. She co-hosts and produces the music commentary podcast POD SOUNDS. Her free time goes toward dancing, reading books new and old, drawing cartoons, taking city walks, and devoting too much thought to the foibles of her heroes. Connect with her on Instagram (@c_m_giglio, @ceciliagphotography, @pod_sounds_podcast) and check out her portfolio (linktr.ee/ceciliagigliotti).

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