Poems by Oxford Russian Dictionary

Mariana’s Voice

Falkor’s sidekick says ‘sorry’ like ‘yore’’ with an ‘s’

And ‘about’ like ‘a boat,’

as if she’s talking about some other boat

 than the one we’re already on.

She’s only an observer,

yet she’s the voice of my Trench,

she is the voice of the ghost fish.

The ghost fish doesn’t exist

on the internet, nor Underwater World.

It has no tales, no trace—

still she believes in its being.

And Falkor shall prove the ghost fish

worthy of a Wikipedia page, worthy of art…

Falkor’s sidekick doesn’t have

the ability to read the depth of my Trench,

yet she feels its yearning to be heard, to be loved.

The sidekick makes me want to care

about the mystery of my Trench

about the bloodcurdling blue nothingness

which isn’t really nothing.

I am nothing compared to my Trench.

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