My silence has a mother in it and summer
Dear God, your breath is hot, your fingers long.
I kiss the ghosts of home country girls.
about color, how do you feel about the lips
Your molars hide the molds of keys
Run me green, give me directions
I am the library which cannot dream anymore,
Future is mother or father.
"I must tell you that in East European countries / the best-looking men are the Mormons: the side-parting of their hair / radiates with first love, something in their gait / brings glamorous fashion shows to mind." —Lidija Dimkovska, "Recognition"