Translating Poem by Uljana Wolf

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my dear: this is
our pothole love
our little border traffic
awkward under tongues

our whispered prayer
and now stroke me
on this ink stamp pad
until customs comes

my dear: maybe we'll
smuggle utterly
full-fledged taste buds
gazeta wyborcza and

mint some money
stuffing a suspect
oral cavity
at rush hour

Translated by Brian Currid

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