written by Michał Nowak
I keep thinking every spoon
and mouth in mine are good
ways to adapt to this time zone,
my friends already through
I keep thinking every spoon
and mouth in mine are good
ways to adapt to this time zone,
my friends already through
It was much before my brother
sealed her in accidentally,
painting two glass doors
permanently shut
that the creature started to take
smoke breaks.
We watch her pace,
in an exhibit, our faces
on the squares, flat as
growling stomachs,
that receives one visiting hour
of sunlight a day.