30 by Steven Teref
I have reached halfway
give or take a decade
I hear the tug-of-war
played at night
their thick shoulders bumping into the walls
it is not the house that shifts & settles
it has all day to do that
my time creaks
keeping me awake
when I try to sleep
Sada Ovde
Among the hundred mole-stars
a scar by her breast
marks the place from which
I’ve fallen, her skin
a negative of that other sky
I am the shadow-fruit
she bites into
reminds her of that tearing
covering my body in Cyrillic I write:
sada ovde – now here
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