Elegy

Yet I am. I exists. I has
a body,
When I see

my wife’s slender boyish legs
the roof
of my mouth goes dry.

She takes my toe
in her mouth.
Bites lightly.

How do we live on earth, Sonya?
If I could hear

you what would you say?
Your answer, Sonya!

Above all, beware
of sadness

On earth we can do
--can’t we?--

what we want.

© Ilya Kaminsky
Producción de Audio: Literaturwerkstatt Berlin, 2013