Way over yonder
Pine forest, a glass of hot tea releasing its infusion.
Tomorrow I’m going to be thirty-five. Only three, two years ago
I thought that Other Worlds existed. There’s no other world
but this one: I drank up the dregs of pępkówka,* I killed a mosquito
full of my wife’s blood.
* Translator’s note: vodka-based liquor usually flavoured with lemon and ginger, traditionally drunk to celebrate a birth
© translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones