Only: Poem by Brigitte Oleschinski
Only:
that your closeness wasn't edible, empty
the way the stomach retches for your, spews
ist hunger for this high-whining tone
on every German frequency, spews
spews -
I wanted to vomit for happiness
with your melting blob of margarine
inside me, in step with the thrusting
pale as a ghost
like, left an right of the bed,
the genuine cow's-bladder-lamp-shades
translated by Karen Leeder, 1999
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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