Sport 40: 2012
translation
page 176
translation
my friend: this is
our pothole love
our border traffic
halting under tongues
our hissed prayer
now stroke my skin
on this ink pad till
the customs come
my friend: or let’s
smuggle perfectly
formed taste buds
gazeta wyborcza and
mint ourselves a mint
in a casual mouth
cavity crammed full
at gridlock