Day laborer

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always a step ahead
always in the hollows
in the field
their fingers
in the soil
like every year
(scabbed-over memories
in a wind-protected sleep)
& down in the village
against all attributes
the maids’ bellies
were growing big

 

Original © Claudia Kohlus
Translation © Martina Law