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kacper niburski

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it will sound like a goose

where are the herds the wild wolves that would massacre this hopeful innocence still hopping into each day the maddening light that cannot reach the deep breath of the forest   everything has been cut down and domesticated even the spring has a plan nowadays for what will grow when   it will be you … Continue reading

what to do

to breathe beyond these shadows i must look elsewhere than where your absence leaks into the late afternoon dark underneath the door light curling behind the curtains like a cat we had together before it died   to destroy the love left in my bones i must wade beyond the treeline against the hefty hues … Continue reading

ECMO

Dear dear, Few things are as holy as holding the hollow lumen of a heart. Here, the beat does not bow. The only master is the winter of metal, the machine that stops the pounding of the meaty tires on that long, lively road. When I first shadowed cardiac surgery, I saw this sacredness splayed … Continue reading

a foreign letter

dear dear, i never meant to speak about never, especially those things that will never come again. those memories that float further from the first time i learned the word float, when i tried one, when i learned how to with you and without too. instead, this is all meant to account these days that … Continue reading

grey anatomy

dear dear, i used to not think of the generous geography i’ve been given. those cutaways of fat and flesh, those with names i am just sloppily learning. where once stood an abandoned muscle is now the purposeful rectus abdominis. where fat, camper’s fascia. where emptiness, a physiologic peritoneal space with the utmost magical embryologic importance. a rotation, really. … Continue reading

vast

there are no second chances in the devastation of losing it all   you can only do this disaster once to feel so horrible like a gentle rain must against windshield wipers pounding their maximum violence   to allow the fall to hurt more than the landing where you are there on that edge seeing … Continue reading

where’s where

still standing here where you left don’t you know how to find me   i am a soft pullover of yours i am the slippery sunlight in between the toes   there is a deep love under my armpit a bit of warmness glowing still where you spent an evening kissing the usually empty space … Continue reading

Simple

Dear dear, I began writing this last year. Many of the words were complicated then. They were ruined in my mouth. Blood dyed their ends. But all of this has been to write a few sentences, simply, assuredly, without the need to compile anymore at least for a day. Today, for example. So, after 365 … Continue reading

meta static

food undigested on the chest breasts already pancakes they will laugh when reaching under the napkin of my body they the strong they the knowledgeable will the question caught on my throat survive the morning before they leave there is another joke that reaches the awake ears bending like flowers to the sun curtains closed … Continue reading

ken

how many dogs need to die to feed the cat with the fat pouring onto the dull street that forgets to reach this silver headless plate   when the sun sours atop the family pet then you must summon my name like a leash turned whip air beckoning the bow demanding the few breathes barked … Continue reading