International Relations


We met in Judaberg on a steep night.
Snow tingled our voices. The melancholic appetite
of the island immediately brought you closer to my body.
Despite the friendly smiles, we shared
the same fascination with war.

European tales burned with vodka
boiled the blood until dawn.
The 4th of July is the day when Sigismund II
annexed Lithuania to Poland. In the twentieth century
your family was deported to Siberia.

The North Sea scraped our words,
while the snow crushed us
in the oblivion of the island. I knew I could
share with you my sovereign debt,
my republican identity, the absence
of sleep, fear and existentialism.

We arrange to meet somewhere between
the Ottoman Empire and the Byzantine Empire,
around August. I got on the plane.
You came by bus. When we arrived there
southern Europe no longer interested you because
you were dazzled by the conflicts in Lebanon.

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