Kārlis Vērdiņ
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 Vērdiņ
fot. Marina Schukina








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