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Her last year

                                        for Marina Tsvetaeva

Rest your mouth.
Rest your music.
Rest your walking around.       Sit down.
Drink. Eat.

With my eyes, I see you eat stones.
I see you eat bones.
You eat mud.       You eat light.

I don’t recognize anything.

Nt a sign, a cut, a knife, a dark wood, a net.

I recognize everything.

The sign, the cut, the knife,
the dark wood, the net.