By Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse

One shouldn't look, but I do
at the beggar rummaging in the dump,
at the gays kissing on a bench,
at the booze-artist in a bloodstained singlet,
at the willy of an old man awaiting a trickle --
one shouldn’t look. But I do. 

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