TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Ten Poems By Aušra Kaziliūnaitė Translated from Lithuanian by Rimas Uzgiris

in your palms in your palms, a small red bird laid a light blue egg

inside it, a lonely pedestrian marches through the night trees rustle, cicadas chirr the wind rises, shadows lengthen at the other end of town, sleepless citizens call the police feeling – feeling that something is happening feeling the warmth spreading from your palms

the scent of sadness from your eyes a sadness that will, one morning, hatch

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