Border Poetry

Translating ~ Uljana Wolf

my dear: this is

our pothole love

our little border traffic

awkward under tongues

our whispered prayer

and now stroke me

on this ink stamp pad

until customs comes

my dear: maybe we’ll

smuggle utterly

full-fledged taste buds

gazeta wyborcza and

mint some money

stuffing a suspect

oral cavity

at rush hour

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