He Was Wilted And Decadent by Kinga Fabó

He tries to come, in vain.
He jerks me off
as if I were a tired
personal object. I imagine
the rest.

I’d like to come on your face, he said.
Did he want to humiliate me?
What was he thinking?
After that, for two days
my eyes were inflamed.

(Translated by Michael Castro and Gábor G. Gyukics)


Kinga Fabó is a Hungarian poet (linguist, essayist). Her latest bilingual Indonesian-English poetry book is Racun/Poison 2015, Jakarta.

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