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Poems from a Stool · 2026

Expanding Inward

Expanding inward — narrowing outward. Useless household stuff — under the spring floodwaters. — Where are you from, good sir? — From the pitch-black dark. — Is this your daring? You're local, aren't you? Look here, murky sir, don't muddy the waters. We'll grind the stuff to dust — to please you, by the way. Expanding outward — the insides grow wider. Merrily and sinfully a little monkey leaps. The reason for the leaping — little steel bars. If Tanya is crying — everyone else cries too…
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian