A Place to Put the Body

All parties barely survived: the gas pump,
the driver and the truck that sailed
into my uncle filling up on his lunch break.

A body can stand up then snap into nameless
and brand-new positions. Just shatter,
reconfigure, medicate, release.

—keep reading: A Place to Put the Body by Jennifer Bundy

Wind

Thanks for the years, the ten most beautiful
that possibly could happen here, if looked at
from somewhere up above, an airborne satellite’s
perspective—still the same old Eastern Europe,

best place to disappear, one generation
after the next, leaving behind so many
town squares in ruins, partial archives, shoes
scattered about, stray combs and hair, hair

—keep reading: In Translation: Wind // Wiatr by Tomasz Różycki, trans. Mira Rosenthal