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BUTTERMILK

a friend painted two question marks on her windows with buttermilk
every morning, when she opens the curtains, she discovers the world
a series of questions that, time and again, we learn to treat as company





ORIGINAL: Karnemelk

FROM: VELDWERK, 2020 (QUERIDO, AMSTERDAM)

TRANSLATED BY ROSALIND BUCK

FOR POETRY INTERNATIONAL 2021