Selected Poetry by Dmitry Blizniuk
Photo Source: Unsplash Translated from Russian by Sergey Gerasimov The Nest Full of Broken Eggshells Here it is, our former bus stop. It used to be a great place for crablike cuddles and long, icy kisses, really indecent ones. Now this looted sarcophagus is not inspiring. Now uninvited pharaohs drink beer here. Sitting on the bench, they wriggle with laughter, with ancient infantile obscenities, like innocent worms. Do you remember, my girl, how we slowly, self-forgetfully were getting...