S. Rudanskaya
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Elephantland

Shale

I was listening
to the radio
listening to a man talk so matter of factly
about how they are shattering the shale

It’s Always Happy On TV

You have your violin
you have your TV
you go to it for what you don’t get from me

Elephant Land

Light
stay green for me
I need to pass through
I need your mercy like a body needs to be touched
by another

A Flake of Your Life

The dream ends
but its experience
returns
like fingers
to a scar

Hologram

They are playing
football in the street
in the dust of the alley
in sweat leather faces
no shoes

Ecstasy

This one of my last days
with the dogs
this is one of my last
days hanging over
the wall

Rain Gone

Unsteady
like my love
she wanted to sing
trembling hands

Eruption

The other cheek
of the Earth
is pock-marked with civilization
too

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