Poems of Trauma Mykyta Ryzhykh
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birds
birds that do not live are more adapted to this world
every time I check the box in the contract, I pretend that I give birth to a bird
every time I cry and shed my skin, I pretend that a beach will soon form on the floor
the surf washes away our traces with you which never existed
sacrifice
nocturnal animals crawl out of my throat
they scream fight and kill each other
the sun dries up like a tangerine peel
I cut tangerines in front of dozens of witnesses
silent water
silent water counts its quantity
bread soaks and swells
I don't eat anything
because my hunger is bodily
I drink air
because my thirst is fluid
my stomach is pretending to be a dead bird
after a hydroelectric explosion
© Mykyta Ryzhykh
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| Mykyta Ryzhykh |
Mykyta Ryzhykh, an author from Ukraine, now lives in Tromsø, Norway. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2023 and 2024. He’s published in many literary magazines іn Ukrainian and English: Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, QLRS, The Crank, Chronogram, The Antonym, Monterey Poetry Review, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry and many others.
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