Roundabouts stolidly turn
convert into a winged launch
Dzhala nervously licks a cone
trails a finger over her paunch
she’s a mum in waiting and the kid
annoys her and a coolness grows
it doesn’t give shit
a no-hoper stands at the door
is driving me nuts, so break
silence’s golden thread
have a snooze my dearest I guess
you’ve no wish to speak to me
Translated by Daniel Weissbort