[Omitted from the Text]
Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved;
So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.
—J.W. v. Goethe
translated from the German by Joshua Weiner
It was arduous and strange
like trying to walk
a mattress through
a corn maze.
But we never
IN THE OUTSKIRTS
Ravens eat the eggs of songbirds;
a silence at night chokes the lotus.
Oh my lady, twice today I’ve kissed your lips
with a bead of semen on my fingertip.
JOSHUA WEINER is the author of three books of poetry, most recently, The Figure of a Man Being Swallowed by a Fish (all from Chicago). His Berlin Notebook was funded by a Guggenheim Fellowship and published in 2016 by Los Angeles Review of Books. New poetry and prose, recently and soon, in Molly Bloom, Matter, American Poetry Review, Provincetown Arts, and Chicago Review, among others. He lives in Washington D.C.
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