Tuesday, May 4, 2010

from Death Republic

Ilya Kaminsky (2010)


Yet I am. I exists. I has
a body,
when I see

my wife's slender boyish legs
the roof
of my mouth goes dry.

She takes my toe
in her mouth
Bites lightly.

How do we live on earth, Mosquito?
If I could hear

you what would you say?
Your answer, Mosquito!

Above all, beware
of sadness

on earth, we can do
—can't we—

what we want.

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