Conscience ― a last dinosaur Poem by Dmytro Lazutkin

conscience ― a last dinosaur
freezes on the edge of Sumy oblast

if you want we can go
if you want we can hang a "do not disturb" sign
I like it when
your neck-shoulders-thighs
get covered with bite marks

I love you so much
I can't kiss you

I'm too far from the stars
besides
the switch is also out of reach

beautiful wise strange
involved with a neurasthenic

it happens —
you want to start with a clean slate
but end up coming —
onto dirty sheets