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Some translation of Świetlicki (by Zofia Malgrab)

The third half

SHIT HAPPENS, that's how
the writing on men's toilet wall ends.
This is the worst -
to walk with such hunger
of at least minimal glow - to find
only this, the writing at night toilet,
that's how it looks, pussycat
and that's how it ends

Dogs make love on the pavement. I pretended a tenor
for fifteen minutes, till sudden lack
of tenor voice on the radio and the last movement
of my mouth was like fishy and I only pushed out
a cloud of silence. I squeeze a sheet of paper in my hand:


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