Kārlis Vērdiņ¹
Wishing
. . .you had an even higher temperature, so you would forever lie in our old bed helpless as a blind puppy. Shove a thermometer in your mouth and sleep.

Without evil, sneaky friends, odd and distant parents, important work — I'll be your mother, father, brother, wife and husband. Through chicken pox, pneumonia, psychosis, neurosis, mumps or measles.

Talk to me. Tickle me. Tell me your thoughts.

Translated by Margita Gailītis
♦ Mouths
Kārlis Vērdiņ¹
fot. Marina Schukina








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