I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.

It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes,
took them home, boiled them in their jackets
and ate them for dinner with a little butter and salt.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.

On Sundays, my friend comes to visit
he brings a brown dog and packets of treats;
for the dog and for me.

If you didn’t see the six-legged dog,
It doesn’t matter.
We did, and he mostly lay in the corner.

How hard it is not to be strong,
how hard it is to be alone,
and to be old, yet to be young!

Give me hunger, 
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else.

where you sift and you sift the dark, coarse flour,
until the white powdery clouds settle on your arms,
the fine hairs by your elbows,

‘Why have you come?’
‘You wanted me to.’
‘I only thought of you today.’ 
‘Really?’ 

It has been a few mornings now that I found her first,
a young female blackbird.