Radka Thea Otípková

OF Of my father's failure to perishaged five        of rheumatic feveras well as his father's undrowned...
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Radka Thea Otípková

At night I become his missing arm. / The one he lost on the front, looked for / years later and didn´t find.

Radka Thea Otípková

In the end his body puked him out / as if it were only a stomach / and a mouth. It didn’t let him / just slip away.

Radka Thea Otípková

You must be hungry, he said. / A magnificent sentence like that, / the last I remember him saying.

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