How Men Are Sick

with a grim and grim face,
In the white shade,
as a victim of cholera,
He is kneeling to the wall.
It will last as long as the birth.
A thermometer shakes in his hands.
The sorrow of the Jewish people
Freezing in the shrinking pupils.
by Willy Brother
A pencil sludge.
He whispers complaining and shamelessly:
How are you alone with your kids now?..."
There was talk in the apartment.
The night barely burns.
It was dark, all the curtains were removed.
My husband is thirty-seven and two.