Isn't It Strange
Acid rain . . . On the wall
a picture of your long-deceased
cat.
Isn't it strange that every day
I pray to her
to return you to me.
Twin
He resembled me.
I held him up to my lips,
then threw him into the salty
water. He sank to the bottom.
I heard a giggle.
An invitation to play
together.
You and Me
It couldn't have worked out better.
I am with you without you.
I draw figures on the sand.
I breathe.
I wait.
I decay.
Boeing 737
We watched as it disappeared inside a gray cloud.
(We all would like to do something similar.)
Osaka
an eye.
Keep it,
just in
case.
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Grzegorz Wroblewski
Zero Visibility
Phoneme Media, 2017
translated from the Polish by Piotr Gwiazda
