Дивная дама давила,
Ходила как крокодила,
После бурной ночи с милым
Она у окна курила.
Вот говорит мой милый:
Как верно экО или Эко?
И как раскидать по урнам
Вчерашний гандон и Просэко.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Kiev, 2019 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.
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This poem plays on the fine line between ****** pleasure and domestic reflection. It’s not about moralizing — but rather about ironic eco-activism in the bedroom: condoms, Prosecco, and trash sorting become symbols of a new urban ethic. Caring for the planet begins with light irony — and the ability to stay aware, even in a post-party haze.
