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64 painted white by earlier tenants she peers into the dark air, where someone’s invisible presence can be clearly felt she listens to herself — if only she could know for sure that now this is really it, now everything is how it should be. by Artur Punte translated by Michael Wachtel and Kevin M. F. Platt Between Beautiful I and Wonderful You … Between beautiful I and wonderful you air sometimes dirty stay out fledgling me you’re the bone setter closing in bruise me slide back timid dark blue you’re close and I don’t know docentseldersorators around us talk Judgment Day cross this we live lie and this draft ribs sizzling starlings racing sing comfronting you’re everywhere and I don’t know where and should I wonder if you’re close I don’t know about that between and around them we work closely hayseed speech dependent violet mouth ridge spine outside taken by the gills — gently, sorry tear it open living tell me I don’t know by Ksenia Shcherbino translated by Sarah Dowling

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