Słowa/Words

Adjusting to the lines under your feet. 

Carefully. Right after going up and down twice, 

after shifting from metatarsus to toes. You exercise, 

but your chin drops, corners of your mouth, eyes.

Facebook silliness, anthology manifests, rice from a Chinese shop.

Broken bottles in the park, a loop of woodland roads, a labyrinth.

Unnatural swings. Routine.

Next to the wall made of thousand-year-old stones. 

A dog sees a postman off. A Brasilian woman 

who never smiles. Through branches, through artificial turf.

Have I ever told you the story about Pat who lost his sheep?

You don’t want to know when I get a sack of carrots. 

We scare off the birds. Children. They play like we used to. 

Art of imagination.

Unripe fruit squeezed through cracks. 

Short breath from e-smoke.

The Atlantic stops the turmoil. Only hum and muscle pain.

St Brigid's woven cross. Trees covered in moss.

Rooves or walls on all sides. 

Humidity forming in the throat, hair.

How many clouds in this country, how many convulsions. Ginger braids, 

fiery kisses. In silence. Beyond whispers. In the cutout.

In the old photo of Celtic signs. On the lips. Behind the teeth.