Y E M I M I
__________________________________________________________THREE POEMS
translated by Steve Bradbury
What the Devil
So, what the devil would this devil be?
She asked.
Hungry as an electrical eraser cleaner, that kind.
They said.
They eat suncakes?
Uh-uh.
Banana milkshakes?
Nope.
Go by boat or plane?
No, they'd rather go with grass jelly drink.
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