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60 Untitled there they go crawling over goosebumps not the shed hairs after the cut caught under cold crew cut by the scruff time for your, unsaid, massage, honey scratchy throat, bristles, chills warm it up, please, unsaid, not too hot watches furtively dig it eyed that way only metal tasting of your lips only stone by Semyon Khanin translated by Charles Bernstein and Matvei Yankelevich with Eugene Ostashevsky *** when in a spacesuit of highly sensitive skin in the state of zero gravity you lie motionless on the sofa and everything within fogs up with your breathing you shut your eyes you hear them singing beyond the river, the gully, the forest something like rusty sofa springs and you wait for that thing: that accompanied by an abrupt deep drag the all-but-forgotten force of gravity enter your lungs by Semyon Khanin translated by Eugene Ostashevsky

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