„Today I found a weak pulse…”


 

Marcin Świetlicki

You

You were the one place in this city
that I could touch
but you stiffened and disappeared
— you don’t deserve this poem,
and this poem doesn’t deserve you.
Today I found a weak pulse
beating from time to time under the floor
— I pressed myself to it with my whole body. 

fot. A. Bober