A poem today by Ukrainian poet Oksana Lutsyshyna.
by Oksana Lutsyshyna
father asked: write a poem about me
how I was young, how I was, period
played the guitar, chased a soccer ball in the field,
bouncing it with my head high into the sky
how I returned home
to our apartment
that smelled of oatmeal and Saturday laundry
with a tapestry hanging on the wall
(on the tapestry
a man and a woman
woven in red
ride a pair of black horses)
no, father, I kept saying, I can’t...
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