blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsFall 2010  Vol. 9  No. 2
translation by Michael Thomas Taren

Concerning the Denouncement

Should the room be the flower, should
it be the lapis, build in your head into

the epidemic. Worms will retreat to
silk, they won’t eat the covered

face. Hey eel! Be ten eels together,
enjoy! The highway, divided by

stains with the skiers with birch tree
eyes. The inner parachute does

push-ups. Thirty-four, you say?
The cascade stopped. Where

will the water go? Who will eat
wounds? What will be in the

fridge? I’m your father and I’m studying
the case. My shovel flashes.  end

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