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Albertina Soepboer
CANDY SAYS
She glided over the parquet, his littleprincess 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.
© Translation: 2003, Susan Massotty
CANDY SAYS
CANDY SAYS
Se glide oer it parket en se wie synprinsesse 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.
© 2003, Albertina Soepboer
From: De fjoerbidders
Publisher: Bornmeer,
From: De fjoerbidders
Publisher: Bornmeer,
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CANDY SAYS
Se glide oer it parket en se wie synprinsesse 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.
From: De fjoerbidders
CANDY SAYS
She glided over the parquet, his littleprincess 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.
© 2003, Susan Massotty
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