Your Last Life By Vera Polozkova Translation

This is your last life, so what you don't agree? - Born to move belongings, hug friends at the gate, To buy some ibuprofen in duty free, To nod at giggling Koreans, notice their traits. This is your last body, a sound one-seat frame Waiting in lounge to board for the hut above Wait a little, baby, thirty-or-so lame Years and you'll sit to laugh with Him who you love. If you regret then only that you've seen You grasp eternal truth hard and belated. My new fringe does filter the world as a screen Therefore it becomes a little less-hated. Sit down and taste everything new that glistens. If there's anything you can't see from the ground - Research from above. There's a load not yet found In last youth, this tough coordinate system. Dance in your poems, with heels flick in a fling. A party? No sleep for neighbors and friends hang Here. And you are so beautiful with your bangs - Geez, some idiot gets lucky this spring.