Blesok no. 02, April-May, 1998 Poetry

Allow Me to Spit

Translated by Samovila@aol.com

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Lidija V. Kekenovska

A Conversation With the Sense
Glass Wave
Allow Me to Spit
Chewers of Time
Prostitution
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A Conversation With the Sense

In the beginning, it was a common word to me
But I stopped beside you
I did not know to give my thoughts to the word
I did not even know how to pronounce the first letter
I uttered crude sounds
As you stared into my eyes
Yet I knew! We must watch together
through my window

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