Poem: April 22

Valdemars Street

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe thunder of dark motors startles the treetops,
windowpanes light up in anger, and the rain washes
our faces away — stains on glass. Fear increases in
strength — like the wind, which breaks loose from the
labyrinth of streets, so it can choke your neck. The
quiet song of bones: "Remember me, remember me."
Youth in long hallways, where clocks continue their
dance of death, in our alien apartment, where we burst
out in nervous laughter.

This stubbornness with which we left one another.

Translated from the Latvian by Jayde Will