Małgorzata Lebda: Feeding the dogs

Mornings here, in this wet valley, are good, the end of the world

as it happens isn’t on my mind too often, while I’m attending

to more important things: take one pill of euthyrox, place a quarter

of doxybactin in the cat’s mouth. Also, feed the dogs,

tell the dogs my dream, walk the dogs.

Mornings here are good, full of calm; they last until night.

trans. from the Polish Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese

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