The new century came as no surprise.
Already past midnight, we call it by name.
Your dress beside the bed.
My suit, a pirate flag.
Reports warn us
of the slippery surface of history.
The question, what happens now?
we send back to the party.
We speak to each other in fireworks.
A groggy noun in the mouth.
We subject breakfast to laboratory tests.
314 calories on a white plate.
Zipped fast as lightning
into a life-proof vest.
Translation of “Nowy Wiek.” Copyright Ewa Lipska. By arrangement with the author. Translation copyright 2007 Robin Davidson and Ewa Elżbieta Nowakowska. All rights reserved.
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