Milk Bar
I'm in a Polish
Milk Bar &
plump ladies
are sweating
into my gulasz
every thought
contains a debris
What does
memory reclaim?
What is our bond
with the past?
When did
the daydreaming
collapse?
Spiegel
in
spiegel
OK comes
from the American
civil
war
0
K(illed)
what does it mean
to confuse
existence
with life?
The salt shaker is
missing from my
table and my kapusta
is pickled
let feeling bring events
and not vice
versa when
the story
ends
history
begins