For forty years I have had in my possession:
A notebook, morocco-bound and blue in colour
which was so small it could be covered over by a thumb.
I found it at the bottom of her
apron pocket;
And for forty years I have had in my throat
the rotten apple of Mordovia
which for forty years
I could not swallow;
And I have held in my possession
the year Nineteen-Forty-
One:
a year too small for her
to write in.