Today's poem is by Uljana Wolf (translated by Ute Schwartz)


that old toad in my throat
sounds like death. he lies
in my windpipe and logs
luegen auf die lippen. that is,
i am generally a klutz when it comes
to keeping my mouth shut; a block
of wood hangs off the tip
of my tongue. i try for active
silence, but i know he is in there,
waiting to call out. toady,
you are the last.

Copyright © 2011 Uljana Wolf, Ute Schwartz All rights reserved
from Telephone
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