angel laid out a new body for me
fired by a bullet scorching through my temple
borne by snow
a hat of lead and sunlight braided into paper
a long skinny boy
and I take his hand
staggered I will burst forth
flap flap
as the sea takes to the sky
and transforms
to briny clouds
waves storming
tomorrow
Translatied by Joshua Clover and Sarah Posman
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