I bury my face
in the curve
of her breasts
the lingering scent
after spring rain
German Translation by Chrysanthemum Editorial Team
ich vergrabe mein Gesicht
in der Beuge
ihrer Brüste
der anhaltende Duft
nach dem Frühlingsregen
Chrysanthemum 17, April 2015
Special Feature: Selected Poems on Trumpocracy's First 100 Days of Lies,
Delusion, Corruption and Ineptitude
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My Dear Friends:
David Remnick, The New Yorker, April 27:
...Now we know that *Donald Trump’s first term, his initial attempt at
authoritarian primacy, w...
