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Sick of Explaining
...beyond the beautiful stars
Um, I said don’t ask me to look into your eyes anymore.
Nevermind, I’m sick of explaining.
I’m sick of explaining.
I’m sick of ex...
My mouth is falling off
so I am talking less
and my hands are falling off
so I am holding things less.
When I meet people on the street
I don’t talk to them
or touch them.
Six years from now
when my eyes start falling out
at the doctor’s office
I’ll think Doctor what do we look like, you and I?
How do we hold each other?
In the Movie Theater
In the movie theater
you smile at the screen
and then the actor smiles back at you.
The two of you start a conversation
and then the screen
becomes a black staircase.
Is this some kind of sick joke?
You don’t answer.
I begin to think I am dead.
Hands are moving behind my back.
Things are echoing behind my back.
Your mouth floats
in the darkness.
This is something I recognize —
a staircase I’ve been down.
Irina Shostakovskaya (born 1978) is a recipient of the Moscovsy Schet Prize and was long listed for the Debut Prize.