My Private Leningrad

The secret pleasure in self-erasure
goes with those places where you can't go
to the beach without taking a plane, and strewn sand
crunches under your heels.
Dimmed sky. Blockade. For days
the facades have been bombarded by gray light.
The tendency to the horizontal while standing
doubles the live weight sitting.
Gravitational mastery. Who falls?
Who falls first? Whoever falls
will be helped by
a placebo-face.


Andrej Glusgold
translated by Donna Stonecipher