Those subway kiosks beneath Leninsky dua
Russian sparkling wine between TV bulletins
Matchmaking at a bus stop across the road
Do you remember those Lada rides
The cognac and cigar on one Saturday
And then the sitting in the park.
*dua: two
*Lada: a mass-produced Russian car
When I confront you with memories remember
My lap becomes an important place to sit
Just as a Murano sits beside a Murano lamp
With an anthurium in water all up-lighted
But dollars dwindle
And I don't have the courage
To shoot myself in the head
Instead
I confront these empty pages
And every time
It's personal, you know
No Marx no Castro no Mao
Just Putin in the Kremlin
Symphonies when I snore.
