I took him out of, and when did he get so old?
Farewell, Nyberg: working with you
was like sticking your head into a plastic bag,
you’ve inspired me, now go inspire yourself.
Speaking of which, we agreed we should live with each other,
but not that we should live together. Language
saved us from life; not all lovers
are so lucky. Each of us can now write
a forty-first black book
consisting of a thousand iterations of “and only.” Anyway,
a publisher is already writing that he’s curious how it will end.
It’ll end with a knock from the mailman,
who doesn’t have any letters for anyone
and, being this story’s only hero,
isn’t ashamed to say he doesn’t understand why.
Justyna Bargielska
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