Nothing Here Is Enough

I need a parrot
identical days
a quantity of needles
and spoiled ink to make history.

I need veiled eyelids
black lines
and ruined puppets
to make geography.

I need a sky wider than longing
and water that is not H2O
to make wings.

The days are no longer enough
to distinguish the missing
I no longer see you
because I no longer dream.
I propose a tear to the rain
as if scattering you
in the Dead Sea
and in order to sing you
I need glass to muffle the sound.

Translated by Liz Winslow

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