A fish plays inside me
Shaking her tail
She is thirsty,
For a day,
Three days,
Ten days,
40 days.
Fish don’t die of thirst.
A fish plays inside me
Shaking her tail.
She crumbles
the truth
With her delicate bone.
A fish plays inside me.
Her eyes are the colour of a dark night.
That was a lie.
Fish die of their own ecstasy.
They strike, they destroy themselves,
They die of their own thoughts.
That was a lie.
One,
Three,
Ten,
Forty days.
Fish don’t die of thirst.
Tillaniso Nuryog’di (born 1993) Uzbekistan
Translated by Hamid Ismailov (?)
Source: New East Digital Archive
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