Mykyta Ryzhykh

If your name isn’t in Google Mykyta Ryzhykh

If your name isn't in Google You don’t really exist

It's nice to enter the river It's nice to go out with her It's nice to be yourself

Your name really can Exist apart from you Sit down check

It's nice to be on the tape News when it's not criminal Evening chronicle Imagine

Your name really can Exist physically to have a body Lungs heart

And the only thing he may lack In this case It's just you

INRI INRI Cura te ipsum

If your name isn't in Google That doesn't exist for you

[This poem was first published in Literary Chernihiv]

McDonald’s

Mykyta Ryzhykh

The street is the back of the moon In the midst of her life, McDonald's suddenly grew And it grew into something like that Which really can't exist

Wander the countless roads Is this our destiny? Let's scratch the back of the head of the moon Let's walk here for a year or a month

From here On both sides of the long temple McDonald's.

You don't think: This city seems to want To all people and streets Did you leave him?

You don’t come home

Mykyta Ryzhykh

You don't come home You don't come to the neighbors You don't come to me You don't come to your senses You can't take out the trash You don't clean your ears

Looks like I died Inside your head

Mykyta Ryzhykh lives in Ukraine and is the winner of the international competition “Art Against Drugs,” bronze medalist of the festival Chestnut House, laureate of the literary competition named after Tutyunnik. Mykyta has been published in the journals Dzvin, Ring A, Polutona, Rechport, Topos, Articulation, Formaslov, Colon, Literature Factory, and Literary Chernihiv.