Tobiasz Melanowski
David Bowie, 7AM
So the wake-up call: everything is still quiet as it should be.
A bit of a mess, a headache, slow movements,
a dog buried in the bedclothes.

And even that mind-boggling awareness of tomorrow's
solar eclipse. And today's rustling –
one inattentive moment and already tiny creatures

are beginning to bite at my heels. A short exchange in extremely
lazy phrases, face turned to the mirror.
No questions, no answers, comma's in the wrong places.

A quick breakfast. I don't like dates
that are not on my calendar.

tłum. Alissa Zdena Valles
Tobiasz Melanowski
fot. Maria Tengowska

Hosted by Onyx Sp. z o. o. Copyright © 2007 - 2024  Fundacja Literatury w Internecie