Дом 2 а как надумаешь исповедоваться в таком...

House 2

how do you decide to confess in such
poems will go down your throat like a tight blood clot
pestilence and smoothness with honey and milk
arterial if cut from the shoulder like this
I knew in advance that it was not for the parade
neither "guard" nor "hurray"
stand in the wind on the brown grass of the yard
fool without a beret and without gloves

but she would have lived as if she was always right
bare ass walked around the house two
trynom grass garden head
I'll tell everyone what we did last summer
here and keep it shut from yourself
here is a broken string trembling in the wind
your hell is not decorative not applied

doctor i don't want to talk about it
(c) Olga Melnik