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200 · May 2020
Biscuit and milk
V Grahovskaya May 2020
20th of Janury
21th of Februari
22th of March
23th of April
24th of May
25th of
This is time
measured by humans life.

rushing at the speed of girls
flattering theirs oversized eyelashes
and boys crashing into
fence from bikes,
the first word "mammy", which dad
did not record
It expires at the speed of the ran-out shelf life
of your beloved biscuit and hated milk
that you're allergic to.

down on the way to round-the-clock shop
the world seems fragile
like the handle of a plastic bag

dropped cookies decompose in the white sea
of lactose

time is slowing down
123 · Mar 2020
Shadows
V Grahovskaya Mar 2020
At night airplane
is just another star
in the tail of ursa minor.
Sky is striking  
roots  
what seems to be tree trunks
meanwhile  
these shadows of those passers-by  
drop into empty offices.  

they fall through  
bulletproof windows,  
striped window blinds  
in people's houses,  
libraries,  
high schools,  
closed cinemas and kindergarten,  
while heading home.  

and those who have all disbelieved in God –
their shadows pray in churches.  

And I’m assured that  
mine
protects your sleep  
despite me being frighten of  
those visions  
in this dark.
And I'm assured that my English can be full of mistakes, because it is even not my mother tongue. So please, if you will notice some  - write to me.
V Grahovskaya Mar 2020
All words of yours somehow  
have made a worm-hole inside me  

and after a shower it is like it has been  
raining cats and dogs -  
they peer out carefully.  

yours "honey-sweetie", "****** *******",  
"do u really concern yourself as a poet"  
gnaw the leaves
of unblown lines
prepared for future verse  
so certainly this spring is out of fruitage.  

and honestly  
there is no much to say to them  
except  

SHUT UP  

SHUT UP  

SHUT A **** UP  



please  



you are even not here.

— The End —