from Deaf Republic: 9 Poem by Ilya Kaminsky
from Deaf Republic: 9
I am not a poet, Sonya I inspect
the fragrant feet of younger ladies—
While deafness hums as a little motor
I watch her stand in the shower
holding her breasts
in her hands like two small explosions.
I am her boy drowning.
In this country he does not know
the word for "drowning" and yells:
"I am diving for the last time!"
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5/7/2024 11:02:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
For the last time! Thanks for sharing.