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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.

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