
sarah luczaj phd
artist, writer, creative regenerator

@emmabrownphotography
an urgent request
An Urgent Request
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Hello and goodbye,
flour, vegetables, coffee
and orange juice.
A body, a soul, thoughts,
a moment of freedom.
Words I am so jealous of your words.
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I would like to buy some Polish grammar.
All of it.
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I would like to buy a reusable bag
for the case endings.
Please segregate the genitive
from the dative well.
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If war were to break out tomorrow
which of the neighbours would kill us?
How do they all know what to do?
How do my friends walk around
with all they know and feel?
Why won't they talk to each other?
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It's just a question of words -
the wrong ones got delivered.
They don't fit.
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We fear our words say
something about us
instead of using those damned words to speak.
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We gravitate irresistably
towards the passive.
Mostly women.
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I am furious.
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Deliver those words please,
I cannot wait any longer.
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I need not only the perfect
and imperfect verbs
and each separate verb-concept
but a precise dividing line
between them.
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I know that will be more expensive.
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I am prepared to pay postage.
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Yes, the country I live in
really exists.
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It is called where-I-am-now
or, for short, my name.
It's even in Europe.
So, you see, it won't cost so much.
This document will certainly
even be translated.
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I know exactly where I am.
You understand?
First you have to give me the words!
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I'm leaning over the desk now
and my hair is falling over the forms
and I'm sweating.
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Yes, I need prepositions too.
And the cases to which they attach.
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I need those little joining wires.
Several thousand of them.
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They'll be cheaper if I buy them
all at once.
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I don't need poetry.
I already have a body.
Just give me the words.
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