a stream is leaking urine is leaking time is leaking saliva is leaking
I have low back pain did I hurt myself while bending down or carrying chairs? I do carry chairs here up and down the stairs the stage the floor in the old theater is wooden longitudinal wood blocks a parquet laid in herringbone dots trampled-black chewing gum I can carry three chairs at once
would you come with me to Wrocław early summer to bike (I would like to show you) to swallow the dust and the exhaust laughing with our mouths open?
You bare your teeth when you make love to me can you see the crack in the front? I chipped my tooth I wanted too much I wanted to spin around with my hands tied behind my back tangled laughing with my mouth open falling down on the school floor gray marble
A brew is seeping from a tea bag to the bottom of the glass Pain is seeping Hope is seeping Darkness is seeping The water is too hot
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travel writing
Would you like to buy an old factory?
Your mom wouldn’t like you to play here. Watch your head. The ceiling is peeling off. Concrete expelling salt. Time has stained the walls…
In 1982, in the middle of martial law, when tanks drove up and down our streets, and people died in our prisons, the poet Agnieszka Osiecka came up with a new slogan. Coca-Cola to jest to! She wrote and she won. Communism collapsed..
Walking faster or looking back for the third time would have been an invitation for attack. His steps crumbed the frozen ground. I wrapped my hopes around the keys, their silver blades between my fingers…