Sunday, 9 September 2007

Prompts 1925 Sunday

and the stars and the angels

we were children, not lovers

Translated from the polish

Once in a room in Blackpool, we

My wife, combing her hair

idiots, feeling safe, holding nothing back

Uncertainty is more beautiful, still

For some reason, there is a camel in the dining-room

There would have been signs, signals

I look at lamplight through the leaves

A man eating soup

She lay on the carpet, plumped out

in this strange quiet

My mother bought a piglet, my father, a pig.

He has dangerous tools in bulging pockets

Remembering Gravity


I have had worse partings

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