Africa As A Meal Plan Poem by Andrei Sen-Senkov

breakfast

when it rains here
it will rain for a long time
rather like
a translucent blood transfusion

lunch

the majority of this world's
whimsical insects (which are absolutely not of this world)
appears to have been drawn
during
a beautifully interrupted sexual act

dinner

the white god is bored in Africa
and when people visit him
he
hides behind the door
entertains himself
pretending to be a child
and in a changed voice
he says
'I can't open the door,
my parents aren't home'

Translated from the Russian by Dina Gusejnova and Rebecca Steltner