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the ingredient to life

i dreamed you alive, eating, slobbering and sitting there having albert einstein write a poem about your smarts. he started shaky, erased. nearly left. his hair fell on the table. he asked what of your lover? i laughed, your mouth was wide open too. he shook his head, knowing we didn’t understand. listen listen, he … Continue reading


i have thought of that dead writer one last time. i spoke to her softly, told her that her book has been read once more. not often or quickly. but during a summer long ago on a beach. the sun was right. the water was warm. and some of the parts were good even if … Continue reading


bali blew. a small explosion. locals said it was a thousand years in the making. you are only 26 and the sky is coloured dead. the moon is hidden. a mute gray enters my mouth. what am i to say now? you are watching the heart of the earth, listening to it tell an old … Continue reading

an old model of a lock

you told me to knock so i do. not too hard. you sleep light. few breathes have been known to flutter into being from your dreams. i remember when you told me one. the one of the good life. where you would be undressed save for mismatching socks. and there would be the food that … Continue reading

m ail

skeleton sparkling in the sun, what will i post today? will it be that you have never seen me so undressed so unblemished? that i fell in love with the bareness of the sidewalk this morning, but only from the safety of my 8th story window? that there was a girl because there always would … Continue reading

late this month

worn by soft light, you say your heart is heavy. the sky is coated in cold gray, neutered with smoke. i cannot see out my window. you grip my hands tighter, ask don’t you see, kacper, look at how good this news is. i try. in front is you, the colour of the earth, the … Continue reading


i suppose it is time to tell you that there is a chance you will not find what you are looking for. immense sadness may wait. happiness may shirk itself away to other places for other people. you’ll sludge around, lost, hoping something pops up adorned in sunlight and kisses. you’ll get close a few … Continue reading

2 bedroom

in a room light as a wing and lighter than a sunbeam, i found the place unaccomplished dreams go. it was early. i had just risen. you were beside me, wearing a deep red and the generous morning. your eyes were a brilliant shade of just right and please don’t look away. you smiled. said … Continue reading


i will admit that this writing is no good and the bits before were worse. this is the most i can do now: admit again, repeat it once more, spit out that i am worried i have dried. it didn’t take long. first, i could not hear the slow shadows tickling toes. then the language … Continue reading

end there

here in the small stop of your love, i tried to know your sorrow. how many deaths could you take in a day? what made you stumble forward into the sun? you’d sit molting on old animal leather and i’d whisper that i had help in my hands. not much, you’d remind. on weekends, it … Continue reading