Hard Core Poem by Tomaž Šalamun
Hard Core
Yeah. It's only a matter
of environment if
I'm a genius.
A genius is
kohlrabi in a turnip in
kale in
cellophane
in the freezer.
In
files they descend on
the white skin and
converge in the corner's
follicles.
The ants are illuminated.
Basta.
TRANSLATED BY BRIAN HENRY
Friday, May 26, 2017
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