Two well-roasted peanuts

by Robert Serban

In what kind of book

you think I’d like to come across my own self

naked

colourful

tense

my muscles groups tight

my veins and arteries bulging with blood

a real man

who turns the nipples of any woman

into two well-roasted peanuts

no book in the world is faithful

but the one that falls upon your face

and puts you to sleep

can blind you anytime

Translated by Diana Serban