ну как их читать читать...

Below is a poem I wrote in tribute of a conversation I had with several Russian poets yesterday in which I posed the following question: "Byron was English?"


and as i walked back from the metro
at 2 am in the morning
i thought of the gas stove
at home i complained
to my cousin
that byron did not serve me well
at the sushi restaurant

forgive me
she said
but byron serves italian