Nasim Łuczaj

"Every morning since I left you has been still, so radiant and fragrant and free, then turning out tasteless once I bite into the old tangerine discrepancy between frenzy and dullness. See, I’m your stupid tooth—made explicitly to break you into pieces. Now I’m unemployed, working harder than ever. Now I keep a cow tooth in my wallet, for luck, and much more of the whole skull in my subconscious, for some sense of riddleage in this cosmos, zones of mystical cartilage, I don’t know, I want to be superstitious."

"Have I been hard on you, myself, have I been hard on myself like a pestle in good hands, crushing the required pepper?"

"His wife called me sikorka, tit, as in the bird with the blue head and lime belly. She took care of me sometimes."