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63 *** When all night the wind fondles tin while the radio crackles until it pops then locks a wavelength, never leaving home & you think, look how we’ve dropped into a fold the fabric so crumpled, we’ve settled in set up wobbly chairs, created a sort of order as every Saturday: out on the town. And what if it’s decided to take an iron to it? shake what’s loose cut the lines … mend a lining. by Artur Punte translated by Charles Bernstein and Matvei Yankelevich *** She prepared well: broke up with her boyfriend quit her job rented out the apartment she bought with loans sold her car gave her girlfriends all her stuff and her discount cards transferred all her music to mp3s deleted her profile and her old mail bought a new laptop visited her grandmother and aunts taught her mother to write text messages made peace with her younger sister stopped eating meat, reading the news finally returned her sheet music to the library signed up for some useful listserves. Waved down a truck with her “Berlin” sign and all through Poland didn’t say a word... And now, several rented apartments later falling asleep alone in a room with walls

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