Original by Yevdokia “Dunya” Sheremetyeva published on littlehirosima blog; translated from Russian by J.Hawk
–Go with God!
Mom is waving in the window, still with expectation.
The last package of baby food has been stuffed into the car.
The door slams shut.
The seams of my jeans are unexpectedly ripping.
The next day or so will be spent on the road.
To the Donbass.
It should be quiet.
The South is different.
Steppe, poplar trees.
And suddenly colder than Moscow.
An endless like at the border.
Propping up my eyelids with matchsticks.
Days without sleep.
Wind is blowing through my jeans.
It’s already fall.
Falling. Yellow. Naked.
And these bus stops.
Freshly painted and bright.
Almost like celebratory post-cards.
And that unexpected chill.
With white hoar-frost on the grass at night.