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When I Was a Fish

When I Was a Fish When I was a fish or a bird I didn’t need reputation nor the safe tomorrow nor a solid bed with a soft pillow for the body I wasn’t looking for reasons and answers I wasn’t carving holes in the table with my elbows nor in the mattress I was keeping silent or singing when I was a fish or a bird. Krystyna Lenkowska translated by the author and Cecilia Woloch © Krystyna Lenkowska from Decompression Decompresja (Fraza 2026)

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