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Here is the poem:
Rachel Eshed
‘92 Model
The truth is I didn’t remember tonight when I called
to say, “How y’doin’,”
if you allow smoking in the car
and if so
what brand of cigarettes you like to smell on me
or perhaps it was cocaine
nor, for that matter,
what booze you drink
bent over your word processor
my aging boy wonder
but there remains in me an aftertaste of fucking
sweet in my mouth full now with grapes
and whiskey when you answer me in a drowsy
voice, satisfied
in new arms
not mine.
You can’t see me
the videophone hasn’t arrived yet
to our sweaty land
so permit me to describe for you
that I’m wearing a garment more modest than my skin
that I opened the door for you
for the first and last time and straight away
I was on all fours
sucking you with such wanton lust
that you were frightened and melted
and within a second drenched me
with a strange mixture of
when the boiling white spunk pervades the same
mysterious, always damp
channels locked to me today even after
all those (who’s counting) that were in me
if we’re to use somewhat less harsh and confident
language
than at the start.
So quickly get your ass over here
you hear?
Start up the stubborn ‘82 model
and come to me
a ‘51 model
and we’ll make
‘92 model love.
--Translated from the Hebrew by David Cooper
Reprinted from Little Promises by Rachel Eshed, Mayapple Press, 2006
Rachel Eshed
‘92 Model
The truth is I didn’t remember tonight when I called
to say, “How y’doin’,”
if you allow smoking in the car
and if so
what brand of cigarettes you like to smell on me
or perhaps it was cocaine
nor, for that matter,
what booze you drink
bent over your word processor
my aging boy wonder
but there remains in me an aftertaste of fucking
sweet in my mouth full now with grapes
and whiskey when you answer me in a drowsy
voice, satisfied
in new arms
not mine.
You can’t see me
the videophone hasn’t arrived yet
to our sweaty land
so permit me to describe for you
that I’m wearing a garment more modest than my skin
that I opened the door for you
for the first and last time and straight away
I was on all fours
sucking you with such wanton lust
that you were frightened and melted
and within a second drenched me
with a strange mixture of
screaming
bleating
groaning
gurgling
and a kind of
convulsion
of laughter
when the boiling white spunk pervades the same
mysterious, always damp
channels locked to me today even after
all those (who’s counting) that were in me
if we’re to use somewhat less harsh and confident
language
than at the start.
So quickly get your ass over here
you hear?
Start up the stubborn ‘82 model
and come to me
a ‘51 model
and we’ll make
‘92 model love.
--Translated from the Hebrew by David Cooper
Reprinted from Little Promises by Rachel Eshed, Mayapple Press, 2006
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Date: 2006-12-03 02:28 pm (UTC)What is the Pushcart prize given for?
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Date: 2006-12-03 09:17 pm (UTC)The Pushcart Prize (http://www.pushcartprize.com/) is awarded for the best work published by little magazines and small presses each year.