In the shadows I became a stranger drowning in a river. A stranger drowning. In a river. I became. In the shadows I
after Zagajewski’s “My Favorite Poets,” trans. Clare Cavanagh They wouldn’t have understood this world, probably, those firm believers in the horizon. They caressed
The last home I shared with my mother and siblings in Ventnor City was a sandstone bungalow near the lagoon beside the sewer plant