poems by daniela andonovska trajkovska

MOVING IMAGES We get itchy by the amniotic sacfolded down with 2 grams of naphthaleneand cast under the rug we feel upon us the weight of the chandelierwhich pledges fidelityin the house in which everyone hidesin their own room We get blind by the televisionthat like a vacuum cleanercollects all of our imagesthat we had ripped from ourselves The images […]

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