Come swim with me.
Under the full moon,
Under the bright stars above.
I love you.
Your hands on mine,
Your strong back over me.
I will draw you, then everyone will see
Your naked beauty.
Only now I see you, now I don’t
So quiet, like the wind,
You’re a whisper
Or white, a ghost
Only don’t go
Stay with me.
Comrade, you have memories to look back on today with Stalin
Would you like to share them on Facebook?
He’s scrubbed me from the photographs and to the right of Lenin there is always only a smudge—
a shadow shrugging off a shadow coat
a blur standing tall and proud
a patch of shade sitting beside brethren
Malkov, Rahja, Tomsky, Lashevich…
Before he learned to disappear my face
before he taught a country to look through my...