Brighter than the Sun
I will go out when I’m ready.
A strapping girl, right on the pavement.
I knew that I could wash my face and hands,
leaking through the dense mesh. That I am patient,
leaning against the shore of the sea. I cannot drink.
Come, we shall look for someone inside us,
let me only turn my head.
© translated by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese