Sad Drunk German Poetry Translator Wants To Know If You’re Free to Hang Out Tonight
we cannot no the original: my t[ex]t…
ripe fruit felle. sans wants. wants
leave. me and yet the body is still
suffused with brilliance:
white sands, everyone, everyone.
from inside, my gaze, too,
gleams. if X, procreation flared—
@@ be okay, okay—
this stone-seem beneath
the translucent fall of the ok
ayz would not burst.
tho here is no place that does
not. over. I must change my
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Jessica Hudgins is currently earning her MFA at Johns Hopkins University. Her work is forthcoming in Portland Review, Hidden City Quarterly and Glassworks.