I don’t know how and why I should even tell you, / since time has only heightened our estrangement, / that you’ve made me a man.
Jonáš Hájek remembers the Slovenian poet Aleš Debeljak who died on January 28, 2016.
A hooker / gives me the come on. Whether I really // don’t want anything. I don’t, even if / I think about it afterwards.