sometimes people change their minds
and i think of, “how
to disappear completely.”
and
“stéphanie blues”
building watching
for ones i like
in patches looking
like quilts the leaning
ones, about
to fall.
“en gallop”
repeating, rachela
making buttons
i have so many things to tell you.
fiona,
with allan poe, and
typewriter
sometimes days
are just colours, and
two people
meeting there, crossing
street hills cobbling
downwards, swinging
chair outside
together and talking of letters,
haikus,
cooking upstairs –
attic kitchen.
to the bakery
for rolls, practicing
practicing my numbers eins
zwei
fiona wears black and speaks excellent french.
i can’t help it, fiona
that i do not have any lovers.
leaving poland
strawberry pierogi
andrzej tylkowski postcards
animal stickers
a jazz band finding us
forgetting to go to the flea market
melting snow
nina simone
beirut
grotowski 2009
boiling water
birds.
i have asked spring
please, to keep
me take
me with her
when leaving
wherever it is
she goes.