Heart Palpitations And Kidney

a poem by Alexandra Petrova

et quod vides perish perditum Ducas
Catulli Carmina Veronensis

So how come that before
And now he felt nothing?
The driver turns, the driver
dark
tape dirty.


In the gardens of the blood corpuscles have entered into mass
inappropriate.

Ah, stop, take me with you,
beautiful dragonfly, helicopter

Together
shell out the boundaries of this meat, which remains
cold now in the transition.

Up, up
Psicuccia, psichina. And now what?
Fly!