| Diwan Special issue|
Born in 1973 in Tychy (Poland), lives in Berlin (Germany).
with hard determined fingers I squeeze like an ass the half of a freshly ripened tomato, the skin of the fingers on the light-red membrane under the pressure I feel resistance, then suddenly –
it yields, a light-blood juice gushes from it, and is absorbed into the hot, coarse, pale, thirsty like the earth bread
THE BALTIC SEA
waves a pulse. white delicate thighs white delicate sand. a touch of souls a light uneven wind from the north-east. a sketch of remembering the damp of the shoreline. a return.
She lies beside me, between the sheets and the darkness.
My silver liquid pours slowly out of her. She pulsates. Breathes. On my right the cold white wall, that I warm with my thigh and shoulder I do not close my eyes.
Translated by Ulvija Tanović
Diwan 2002. Sva prava zadržana.
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