Veronika Kivisilla Poems

The greatest and saddest loneliness
is that of the muskox
on the Taymyr tundra
where that lies
...

Someone with fake nails
next to me on the bus
is studying from a notebook with orderly handwriting
how to mix cocktails
...

We'd haughtily agreed
we'd have nothing to do with each other
saying significantly
that we do not play with electricity
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One precious thing in my childhood
was a marzipan owl
whom I didn't have the heart
to eat
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