Long-listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards

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It was an unforgettable sundown; resting my head
onto fat Teresa’s breasts, I was reading Dostoevsky
dreaming of the death of innocence or so much pain
that God had to exist;
I held the acetylene lamp at the entrance of the country
theater,
the female singer had lost her voice and was searching
under the chairs for it
I was an enlarged midget, an alcoholic eunuch swimming
in the mirror,
since they wished it, as they threw an embryo in acid,
while my co-passengers smoke, unsuspectedly, their
pipes like calm nightmares.
Then, each time one comes in your life, it’s as if
he steals a gramophone needle from you until
finally you have to sing alone.
As evening comes army of forgotten people go out
for cheap looting
and those smuggled who survived in their houses
and the shadow of the glass on the wall scares them
like a hand that gives alms;
then I was naked in the last row of cinema seats
watching the current events of old wars and someone
suddenly turned off the power
although the bombing continued without audio
cities were ruined noiselessly like in fairy tales
and the lone woman,
in the middle of the road, got a key out of her little
purse and swallowed it
thus she has somewhere to go, in fact I, continuously,
lighted some matches for her;
they threw me out though I climbed up the water pipes
following the limping dog to his heavenly visits
the knife to its sob and
I now leave without leaving any trace of me behind
as if I was a totally haste sundown.

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