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LOT

Hello.

Sorry to bother you.

My last name is Lot.

To keep it short,

last night things got hot,

so everyone ran,

and me and my wife

hightailed it from under the shells.

And we did understand

the main rule was – not to look back.

Except all around us it was such unbearable hell

that she must have gotten

spooked.

She forgot, and

she looked.

I myself find it hard to believe

that this is my woman,

and I’m not talking about her looks,

not about those damn body standards,

although her old body was killer,

she did used to model:

no smoking, no booze…

Age does change everyone,

but still, excuse me,

she was a model of a human,

not of a pillar.

Sorry for texting;

I had many sleepless nights in a row,

and I do know

it’s not a country that will ever help me,

but still, please tell me

if there are any inventions

to help me out a bit,

since now she can’t fit

into anything,

literally anything,

due to her new dimensions?

We don’t ask for a lot.

She’s just like a tree.

She doesn’t need food,

and I’ll do without,

not a big deal to me.

What choice do I have? Our love was fated.

And now together we’ll stand

stupidly stand

quietly stand

silently stand

endlessly stand

in any old stand of trees in a vigil…

It’s just that in Europe

pillar size is regulated,

while here,

we were told,

for now, the rules are less rigid.

Translated from Russian by Anna Krushelnitskaya