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Sloveneback TOMAŽ ŠALAMUN
translation from Slovene by Brian Henry
Yellow Rug, Let’s Go!
Kropotkin used the same
slingshot that David used
to strike Goliath. There were
eighteen, nineteen,
twenty-eight corpses until they were
ironed. The ironed ones withered.
I have hard, round pins
in my eyes. Angels eat
leathery snakes and race
in shoes. The waiters get dustier
every day. I’m writhing like
a bee. I’m also sighing
like a bee. Tisserie, tisserie,
this is a plain croissant. 
Contributor’s notes: Tomaž Šalamun
Contributor’s notes: Brian Henry