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Love is religion
Love is religion
Every time I drown in you I forget that I can’t swim
Every time I forget that the shore does not exist
Every time I use the right to remember and try to forget
The heart is leather satisfaction
Teach me to steal money not only from talent but also from the body
Teach me how to kiss people I don’t like
Teach me the night because the day is long over
Insatiable bodies fuck in all cracks
I no longer have a body
The body no longer has me
Love is walls without a ceiling in a homeless house
Originally published on Orbis
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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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