Hide and seek
This city is too small to hide in:
you always end up meeting
all of those you want to most –
and all of those you don’t...
Most often at the mall:
there’s so many of them, huge and anonymous
but you still find yourself hiding behind the laundry detergents
(a subtle sign of the soul’s immaculation).
They say it’s best to hide in plain sight
so I position myself next to objectified words
and verbalized people –
there where you can find me most easily
where I have a name, surname, personal ID,
such and such a weight on a neat table of numbers,
a plastic cup of coffee, cigarettes which
we share with our brothers in solitude,
sending them around in a rolling dance...
This city is too small to hide in
and too big to be found.
Translated by Rimas Uzgiris