She - Nasta Martyn

I take other people's hands with my palms, trying to eat them
I leave a trace of an earring on the elbow,
so small as a needle
from the Central Russian ornament,
and there scarlet appeared, at the very sole
of the feet…
Probably I crushed a beetle
and he could not live
I cheated on him a long time ago,
having crossed the dark threshold,
And I did not love him at all,
And he could not forgive,
And something cracked in the middle,
Perhaps whale,
The one that swims like a sardine
And puffs loudly…
And there, as if in my pocket, something is lying,
And I take out a book that creaks
I work and do not remember
Where it is from
You know, all the past is like a spindle,
Twists like a thread somewhere, but not there,
I came through the shore
Again to the screaming cats,
Perhaps I am also a cat…
I do not remember anything anymore
I only try
to put your hand on your stomach
It is more convenient this way...