I was born with a black crocus above my head...

translated from the Polish by Adam Zdrodowski

The rose demands a poem sensitive to a lizard’s tongue,
crooked cumulus clouds or the gesticulation of deranged
children.

Nothing is all I am
Nothing overloading nothing
Closing the doors,
Opening an extra into an empty space,
Nothing ensues but a further war.

a dearth of lumen the oasis of fresh pond alongside a road one number can describe all the objects inside your house I like the idea of being a bottle of milk or heavy cream doesn’t everyone sleep in persian blue satin sheets like cucumbers in a box of snow

Despite day after day of appearance
by President Bush aimed at undoing

I went to where a house was and found the body. I was the finder of the body that was among what was once a house and is now empty window sills and broken wood...

In the event as a beginner
(possible) and fall correctly.
Don't stiffen your natural
floor or ground.

I keep reminding myself just about anybody would

3 times the power of ordinary fish oil

Ed Bradley sang “60 MINUTE MAN”

a loom in the torrid, aching wind
lashes velcro lozenges past greedy oysters
turned

We quoted things
Phrases that turned out to be true

You who spread your legs for CEO’s, presidents,
vice-presidents, speakers of the patriarchal house –

So rounded a season : the sky