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Poetry

Black Moon

I've got used to existing
exclusively, at Black Moon
while the time was measured at night
as a woman is
while they compared me to the snake
the phallus and the dragon
I perfected the technique
of eclipsing, the adultery

I have no reason to compete
with people, I don't worship ideas and objects
as they do, but I too am scared
Djinn, Erot, by the dog side
of thirst, insatiability, craving
I too am tormented by rage, lunacy
Satan, I keep on wishing for something young
- New, Half, Full

my mouth spumes from lifting lean meat
my tongue from nibbling, probing
from spirituality and superstition
I too am scared by the sunrise at sunset
gambling with light
for only three days deceitful
three days lunatic
three threesided, three shortlived days
I too am distressed that for a long time
a very long time there is no reversal
a moon phase, a white night
of my moon belt, of your animal belt
you space merry-go-round, you male anathema

my Sun.

 
Translation by Elizabeta Bakovska; ed. by Dijana Mitra

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