a poem assembled from the words on T-shirts of people I passed on Bishkek sidewalks on 21 June 2014. I stopped about six of these people and asked them to translate the words on their T-shirts to Russian or Kyrgyz. The universal reply: I don’t speak English.
First Name: Greatest
Last Name: Ever.
It all begins with love, and I was born to break dance.
Let me be.
Butterflies make me happy,
so go fuck the nation.
Want some fries with that shake?
The wine has not only objective material.
Miami Beach = Islam.
untidy exuberances 