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I Feel Much Better This Way
English Version
I lie down on the railroad tracks
and remember winter
my man’s thick heavy fur caps
under which I kept fumbling
among short women round as bellows
while others a lot sturdier
(it was snowing I gave them their due)
lugged dunghills on their backs
(from room to room)
MY DEAR (in case of composition / once
a week I was instructed) THE MOON
IS NOT JUST A HANDKERCHIEF
TO WIPE YOUR SNOT ON
AND TOSS OVER YOUR HEAD
in profile
(I was turning wicked)
voluptuous oaths while tugging my dress down
(the wind kept raising it)
I FEEL MUCH BETTER THIS WAY
ON THE LAWN OF A PROVINCIAL PARACHUTE JUMP
the thread of blood twisted to the left
(the engine adopted it)
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