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.
My name is Anastasiya Kuruliova, better known as Birdy Asya, and I live in Minsk, Belarus. In addition to teaching German, I am 22 years old. As a poet, I enjoy writing prose poetry in English, Russian, and Belarusian. As well as essays in several languages. Also, I draw.
Artist: Kendrick Daye
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