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
Batman
I have had worse partings
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