Hands Dig into the Wood of the Chest by Mykyta Ryzhykh

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Hands dig into the wood of the chest

Hands to kill the wood in the chest

Fuck us with love like immobility

Fuck us like inevitability

God without a surname and a name

Running without an umbrella and rain through the puddles

A fire is lit in your eyes

Red lights sparkle all around

Take off your bottomless white robe

Take off your pale poor skin

jockey don't take it off

Sky overhead

crunch overhead

Cracking neck while kissing

The black sky asks us something

Naked bodies are silent bending in breath as if before being shot

Mykyta Ryzhykh is an author from the Ukraine, who was the winner of the international competition Art Against Drugs and Ukrainian contests Vytoky, Shoduarivska Altanka, Khortytsky dzvony; laureate of the literary competition named after Tyutyunnik, Lyceum, Twelve, named after Dragomoshchenko, a finalist of the Crimean ginger competition, a nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Ryzhykh has been published many times in the journals Dzvin, Dnipro, Bukovinian magazine, Polutona, Rechport, Topos, Articulation, Formaslov, Literature Factory, Literary Chernihiv, Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Divot journal, dyst journal, Superpresent Magazine, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Alternate Route, Better Than Starbucks Poetry & Fiction Journal, Littoral Press, Book of Matches, on the portals Litсenter, Ice Floe Press and Soloneba, in the Ukrainian literary newspaper.