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Poems from a Stool · 2026

Good dog, a Balto to the rescue

Good dog, a Balto to the rescue, a cloth for tears — not tired yet yourself? Drip, drip… onto a swollen crown Tie it up and lie down. It takes time. And the right to ban all help. Even a doctor's note that you're a temporary vegetable. A heart of stone — to Dutch Michel. Head into your shell like a turtle. Go to the new mall downtown Stroll around H&M and Zara. There on every square metre you'll buy yourself again the shirt off a good guy's back.
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian