High
when you want to talk
about the weather
politics
multiple orgasms
the cost of human flesh
call me
I am the planet’s
most informed citizen
I know people, mister
I have information
I know the local butcher
at times I feel his knife so close
my blood burns like acid in the bowels
running wild
a lion out of its cage
one ninety over seventy
you’re doing well young lady
your blood pressure is orgasmic
don’t worry
even paradise has side effects
as a matter of fact
the butcher is searching for a fresh heart
red
still throbbing
(the more broken the better)
the law of unruly hearts depended
as you well know
on the times we lived through
naked like carcasses escaped from autopsy
hello yes
no...
I am not the operator
she could not return from
one ninety over seventy
dear listeners
(with government-issued certificates
clearly not breaking
any laws)
nothing is as high as it seems
nor as satisfactory as the moaning
nothing more painful than a blunt knife
stubbornly seeking the wound
(translation from Romanian by Adrian G Sahlean)
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