Button, loop, energy, torn reality.
Everywhere immediately became north.
Our orientation was to ascend
Into the parade of planets,
Good enough to last.
These latitudes were swept over
By a furious snow storm
And serene drunken reality.
The first nuclear snow did not crush us,
This winter we hope to be born again.
The cold consumes our rotten gut,
Fills open compartments in hearts.
The far north eats us headlong,
But we still play rock and roll
We still play rock and roll.
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Yuliia Vereta (she/her) is a Polish writer of Ukrainian origin who is now living her third life in Katowice, where she works as a translator and is a poet on a good day and a disaster-maker on a bad one. Her speculative works have been published in print and online, among others in Star*Line, Dreams and Nightmares, Asimov’s Science Fiction, Leading Edge, Penumbric, Kaleidotrope, and ParSec. She is a 2022 Best of the Net Nominee. When she isn’t working, writing or cooking, she tries to remake her stationary time machine into a smaller portable model, since the one she currently owns does not fit into the elevator of the 12-story building where she lives and constantly becomes the source of strange questions at airport customs. |