SILHOUETTES IN THE LIT WINDOWS

by Kateryna Kalytko


SILHOUETTES IN THE LIT WINDOWS

They have a rented flat looking on to the prison yard
And an ill child and all that other couples have
Late in the evening when the boy is in his bad and the last dishes are washed.
And the whole town is dozing in silent sugared beauty,
And two live fish are splashing noisily in the washbasin
And a stupid blind kitten is crying somewhere in the staircase,
She sits down and thinks - here, her husband
Leaves Paradise every morning and descends into Hell.
And there all those dirty jail birds are and he has such a nimbus
Shining that she is sometimes even afraid to pat his hair,
It would be nice to go to the country for summer, the kid isn’t well this year,
And the shoes need repairing and I have to cook soup…
And he, while she falls asleep
Is breaking somebody’s teeth
Later with his companion he drinks vodka wearily
And says - I don’t want to go home,
There is this stupid woman
And the kid is ill again. In short, there is hell at home.