Airborne Tennis

Poem By Andrei Sen-Senkov

when they run out of women's names
they'll start naming the hurricanes
after russian tennis stars
safina kuznetsova dementieva
petrova sharapova zvonareva
kleybanova kirilenko vesnina
pavlyuchenkova

by then most of them will have died
and the ones who are still alive
hearing their lethal last names
will press their arthritis-disfigured fingers
into the insides of imaginary tennis balls

down there they're like women who never gave birth


Translation: Ainsley Morse

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