I expect nothing
except suprises
all I can remember
is how to forget
times and seasons tell me
Stop Notice
But I am a fast train
in a head-spinning stasis
I only stop
to read that faded letter
towhich I am forever
too late to respond
A moment pleads with me
Love me a little
just for a moment
But how
I don’t know It’s too late I don’t want to
you stay I’ll go
Translated from the Polish by Frank L. Vigoda.
VigodaPress 2012
19 copies made, linocut and polymer plates.
$25
