Fot. Kacper Kubryński
About a girl
Someone wrote "doesnt make sense"
below my poem.
Right. It's hard to find meaning in
Present like emptiness.
Hurting like absence.
I was dreaming of a little girl.
Someone was blowing into her face.
The air is full of ghosts.
Life is full of corpse.
And for you, little girl, it would be best
(Translation by Eva Patzelt)