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Poem

Albertina Soepboer

CANDY SAYS

She glided over the parquet, his little
princess on the piano, piccola bitchy.

I hung on for dear life, hungrily ate
his leftover crusts and limp lettuce.

Call me Candy. Whose legs he licked.
Whose sweet breath he sucked. Who knows.

I plucked her song from the drain, smeared
spit on the mirrors. Candy says: drop dead.

CANDY SAYS

CANDY SAYS

Se glide oer it parket en se wie syn
prinsesse op ’e piano, piccola bitchy.

Ik hong yn ’e gerdinen om, kôge op syn
oerstallige koarsten en suterich slaad.

Call me Candy. Wa har skonken er slikke.
Wa har skjinne azem er opfrijde. Wa wit.

Har song helle ik út de ôffier, smarde
flibe op ’e spegels. Candy says: stjer.
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CANDY SAYS

She glided over the parquet, his little
princess on the piano, piccola bitchy.

I hung on for dear life, hungrily ate
his leftover crusts and limp lettuce.

Call me Candy. Whose legs he licked.
Whose sweet breath he sucked. Who knows.

I plucked her song from the drain, smeared
spit on the mirrors. Candy says: drop dead.

CANDY SAYS

She glided over the parquet, his little
princess on the piano, piccola bitchy.

I hung on for dear life, hungrily ate
his leftover crusts and limp lettuce.

Call me Candy. Whose legs he licked.
Whose sweet breath he sucked. Who knows.

I plucked her song from the drain, smeared
spit on the mirrors. Candy says: drop dead.
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