Darkness upon the waters,
a plague upon the sky,
the tired old moon rides
low above the barren trees.
...
Sometimes
I doubt
there's more to life
than what meets the eye.
...
A passion which refused to ache,
I found her shadow,
with all of its colors,
beneath my pillow.
...
The sky is white.
I am afraid.
I feel tiny crocodiles
swimming in my veins.
...
All thought is visible.
Everything sparkles and
glimmers like vaporized gold.
...
She's almost chemically dogmatic.
She smiles like she wants to cry,
and whispers in my ear.
...
He limps and wheezes
into her life.
Silver sparks splatter
from his eyes.
...
In elementary school,
I would often imagine
translations of the conversations
my parents would hold in Polish,
...