Love in Kyiv by Natalka Bilotserkivets
More terrible is love in Kyiv than Magnificent Venetian passions. Butterflies Fly light and maculate into bright tapers – Dead caterpillars’ brilliant wings aflame! And spring has lit the chestnuts’ candles! Cheap lipstick’s tender taste, The daring innocence of miniskirts, And these coiffures, that are not cut quite right – Yet image, memory, and signs…