lunch on tuesday

letting
my eyes
adjust to rooms
made of dark corners

Crossing through shared space
to discover what
emerges from
between

I’m not moving
to Warsaw
(have
you
asked me
how I feel?)

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chess club
winter vegetable soup
thumping the washing machine
sorry about your umbrella, karol.

it’s
so easy
to overlook the
most vital
spaces…

learn to play
under the
stones

when
the spaces
between words are
spoken in Polish, one
awakens to the deafening
suggestiveness of the
language of
silences

this
chair has
been waiting for
me for miniature lifetimes.

I
was reading
Heart of Darkness
when you last visited;
this time, I’m
taking along
Arcadia.

the
sum of
the whole is
contained in each
of its
parts