J.T. Whitehead


My father does not understand a thing.

I would put your love inside of my mouth

If it meant silencing these doubts of mine.

You are everything.  Denmark is nothing.

How can you care less for love than for truth?

You God Damned fool.  Where should I draw the line?

Do you have to kill?  Must I go crazy?

We live so close to Germany.  And we

Live so close to the Ocean.  And I want

To be close, for you to crash like the sea

Against me.  I fear war.  And still I can’t

Avoid losing it. 

Why can’t you just . . .  be?

My father understands nothing. 


Denmark means nothing. 

                        You were everything.

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