26 grudnia 2022
Suckers Come
Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?
The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.
Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.
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Marek Jastrząb