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by Elías Knörr
I invited the biologist into my back garden
he marveled at the lightbulbs
and took to dancing like a night moth
ye are naked
I see your secrets radiate
like orgasms
he said
ye are drunk I said
but not blind
he said
and continued to examine me
Untitled poem, translated by Meg Matich.
Originally appeared in EuropeNow journal.