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What is the shelf life of condoms? Mine have been lying around uselessly for a whole year, abandoned on this dresser like a diploma, sorbonnes, half-sweating, long ago stopped thinking about who you are.

But I can't stop imagining you naked.

I'll cover you with my poems, like Baudelaire with love, the corpse of a horse. I'm an uninvited passenger in a packed train car. New acquaintances post photos, socialites shake their beards, a dark cloud woven around me.

With hunched nights and a sooty bong, an empty form instead of a response to every "hello" from an unfamiliar fashionista. I'm not walking with you, and halfway across Moscow, I can't stop talking to see your hair on a stranger. I'm restless.

And according to some, a little crazy. In my room, nameless women wait their turn, wax figures, routine fuss, muffled groans, like typing news on keys in a stuffy office, the tapping of a dead man's fingers.

I'm not in your world, and I flicker in the real one like a neon sign in an abandoned building. building

When I fuck someone, I erase myself from my memory, how the dead love, now you know yourself

What am I? My soul is lying in front of the sofa

Like a man with a severed head on the tram tracks

A hand in the vagina of a woman with nothing to talk about, in another, a telephone receiver in my throat, a frozen scream

A siren's wail comes from the street, turning into a dog's howl. I can dial a number to contact a world where there's still something alive

Where you pour coffee, take a shower, wait for your taxi, lifeless lips reach for my face, the hand of a dead woman jerks me off

I can fly to your city, rent a small apartment there, watch you through the window like a fish in an aquarium, that will be enough for me, I say, a beep in response

A dead, rough tongue licks the secretion from the head

Trying not to inhale the cadaverous smell, I freeze in an awkward pose. I spent the last few months under deep anesthesia, when will you come back to me with I'll be happy as a loser with other people's children, cumming in her mouth like it's a trash can, and I hear your hello.

You blocked me in your world, but I prove I'm real by breaking archives of memories, burning them with my icy breath.