Hugs
       

Let’s say, through the crenel, little
chains were on arms and

legs too, you don’t hit the whole piece.
Usually some storm interweaves.

Roe deers extend with the glass, they
need it to fight fires. But fern

with shields advances too. Sometimes
yes, sometime no. Sometimes yes

and no. Buttons change their position,
you’re my meatball. And

what do you create? The planet. And
what on the planet? The palm

trees. When you stretch your arms, your
eyelids dry. The rain flashes.

Translated from the Slovenian by Michael Thomas Taren and the author.

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