«Провода» Залевская /Zalewska

Electricity» Стихи Ханна Залевской / Hanny Zalewskiej / HaZa Poetka Each nerve was affected by a high voltage line. So subtle. Our weekly hide and seek affair pierced my heart. Butterflies in my stomach, short circuit, and now I'm standing, washing the charred fingertips. Painfully? Oh no, I don’t even remember how I managed to jump onto electric wires. © 2019