(I speak to you, sister!) …
                                                                    Little murmur, I beg you—
                                                                    arise
                                                                                       Roman Honet

this house
leads with the teeth

when the brother speaks
his lips become fences

only the sister
on the garden path

holds a skipping rope
with bated breath:

my name is little murmur
i grew up

with this border trade
on my tongue




Uljana Wolf, kochanie, today i bought bread (World Poetry Books, 2023) Translated from the German by Greg Nissan