You and me, a mattress on the floor
and the old Soviet Union map
guarding one wall. Before and after,
I would stare at the expanse
try the place names in my head:
the romance of otherness,
letters back to front or altogether different.
We made love like comrades
to the Red Army Choir.
You tried to learn the language
listened to the tapes and practised for a while.
I liked the way your lips looked
when you said Spacebo and Niet.
We said we'd go there one day
take a steamship down the Volga
eat Red October chocolate
wearing our authentic Russian hats.
Glasnost was our downfall. You were gutted
as all across the map borders surfaced.
The reversal turned your whole world upside down.
Paranoid as Stalin, you dispatched me to the gulag
for crimes against the state, rewrote our history
with my image airbrushed out. Now you're holed up
in the dacha, hoarding resentment like a kulak
while I rub my mittened fingers in the cold.
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Comrades describes the end of a love affair, in which the personal and the political are intertwined.
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