The snakes have come to Highland Square, wriggle and thrust like hipsters at a White Stripes reunion gig. We sit on the front porch
Translated from the German by Stefanie Ochel and Zack Rogow Do you hear it The ship’s horn is already sounding We have to leave
She fell in the street, strangers dodged traffic to reach the spot where she crumpled, a tree torn kite, a grounded star from Trieste