by Birdy Asya
We are inventive people.
I hide behind the bushes
And giggle softly.
I read fairy tales to people at night.
They are asking.
I am stroking hands and starting.
I listen to their measured breathing.
You are proud and admire,
But don’t say the most important words.
I feel bewildered.
My heart is beating loudly.
You mentally ask me to wait.
I understand, but
Where is my patience?
We are building a house on the street,
Hang ribbons on the branches.
I play the mistress, prepare the pie.
Artist: Kendrick Daye
I’m Anastasiya Kuruliova and I live in Minsk, Belarus. I’m 22 years old and I teach German. I like to write prose-poetry in English, Russian and Belarusian. Along with essays in different languages. I also draw.