Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Magdalena Zurawski


After everyone stops
smoking the Ovid
it gets ugly to be alive.

The dead refuse us and
instead someone I know turns over
a police car and nothing

happens anymore not even
my face so empty and
too full of other people’s


I was bored and you
were bored, remember?

We dreamed of
leaving our heads
without a single
noun in them.

- Magdalena Zurawski

In response to The Store

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