BERLIN HAS LEFT ME DEEP (BRUISES) ❋ Eli Tareq El Bechelany-Lynch

Just when I think I can tell you I feel nauseous on the bus ride to Prague, I am still
hesitant and you’re deep sleeping.

I am falling asleep and waking up with a nose bleed. The guy beside me looks like
my last tattoo artist. He speaks German to the man behind him.

I smell breakfast potatoes and eight a.m. tram rides and your sixth beer and I am
nauseous.

I smell your Dove for men’s shampoo and the curl of your bottom lip smile and beer
cap poker chips and I am nauseous.

The bus hits six bumps and makes four turns.

I didn’t try to see the Berlin Wall.

She tells me she thinks there is no speed limit in Germany.