TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake


This year, the autumn comes extremely early. Frozen bees are falling into the palms of people. Not much is left of my life. I feel I’m turning into a legend, a long, long chain of words. And you, my love, are starting to forget me, I saw you slyly glance at her, a young, black-haired thing.

Tomorrow, you will learn I have had you beheaded.

Translated by Barbara Skubic and Theo Dorgan


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