From the Lost Diary of Anna Anderson: I. Open Ward at the Elisabeth Hospital, Berlin, 1920

I. Open Ward at the Elisabeth Hospital, Berlin, 1920

My tongue is a spoon.

Does that explain it? Door opens door

closes. White coats stammer the threshold.

They draw the sheets again and again

I give them nothing. My mouth

is a splinter not telling.

They ask if I fell from the bridge

or did I jump. They ask

my name.

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10 lines · 10 stanzas