by Kim Harvey Transly Translation Agency What if Eros is a selfish sylph, mortal yet soulless flyby nymph. Silent sphinx in the sky. Son of Chaos, a thumb- sucking imp stymying us with his off-rhythmic writhing. Shy little ants-in-the-pants dancing cherub crouched behind clouds shooting aimless arrows as we all draw straws of sorts, tiny sour omens — SweeTart hearts hand-picked from a red- rimmed candy bowl, every one of them a maybe . I’m not joking. No kiss me , no always