lunch on tuesday

I’m not moving
to Warsaw
(have
you
asked me
how I feel?)

literatka
chess club
winter vegetable soup
thumping the washing machine
sorry about your umbrella, karol.

it’s
so easy
to overlook the
most vital
spaces…

learn to play
under the
stones

when
the spaces
between words are
spoken in Polish, one
awakens to the deafening
suggestiveness of the
language of
silences

this
chair has
been waiting for
me for miniature lifetimes.

I
was reading
Heart of Darkness
when you last visited;
this time, I’m
taking along
Arcadia.

the
sum of
the whole is
contained in each
of its
parts

when
your hat
ceases to hang
and begins to lurk,
it urgently needs dusting off
and putting on, lest next
time you wear it,
it decides to
eat your
head

it’s
a bit
too hot for
my brain to work
or my eyes
to stay
open