Postcards from a Cold Place  |  Karina Borowicz

Yesterday, tried to draw a line between

refrigerator's hum and sky in kitchen window

Realized they're different condensations

of the same emanation.   Wish you were here.

* * *

Penlight watchworks adaptor plug

Winter Palace key chain:

making great strides on apparatus

crows no longer resent scrutiny.

* * *

Snow hitting asphalt. In a black and white world

the eye races: a streak of blood!

* * *

Cruel recurrent dream: alter ego raises bees

on lush volcanic island

Wake drooling Madeira, tongue studded

with tiny transparent wings.   

* * *

That ruffle – imagined memory

a flying grasshopper cupped in my hands

Or will the green pulse always be true

on the edge of my palm?

* * *

Addition of kitchen window and refrigerator bulb

means apparatus set for flight

A volcanic streak has recurred

across the transparent sky.

* * *

In all-black or all-white dreams

cruel crows ruffle lush snow

hunting sleeping bees.   I wake, altered

some emanation cupped in my hands.

* * *

My tongue has scrutinized the hum

at the asphalt's edge.

A palm-studded island

has condensed in my green eye.

* * *

Wings of a tiny memory racing

I imagined you were here

suddenly as a grasshopper.

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