Collateral Poem by Andrei Sen-Senkov

Collateral



every night I dream
that I'm building a big grey house
out of a single dust mote
it's a special mote
it has two fingers
and a place
where it pinches itself in the morning
so that I don't wake up

Translation: Ainsley Morse

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