"Buried under the grass is a home for worms and insects / The buried has no room for error..." Mykyta Ryzhykh publishes internationally in both Ukrainian and English.
"the setting sun scribbles reddish equations on your back / and even though it's probably impossible to lock eyes with the divine / the littlest things do."
"...I left one hair in the sink, used her comb, forgot / to cover my spaghetti bowl with a paper towel / in the microwave, and sharpened my pencils / with the electric sharpener at two in the morning..."
"Disguised as a quiet teen who’s not cool, / I plumb wormholes in prisons you call school. / I disappear through windows you don’t see, / running quicksilver streets with my best friend, / the homeless wind..."
"-Where are you going? you ask the politician. / The politician answers: / -To cheat and steal. / -Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest. / The priest answers: / -You haven't given me the meat yet / And you already want absolution?..."
"You, softbody whose secret beak / slices shells to inject venom, / jetted to the sea bottom / spurting black ink in your wake, / folded yourself into a fissure, / matched its darkness and texture..."