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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Edytta Anna Wojnar


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Curse

May a nicotine haze
wrinkle your face into a dry leaf
maggots eat

May cellulite like spiced latte
spill on your thighs and your
sagging breasts

May remorse the size of Pangea
remain in your chest
for 100 million years

May you miss him

while he minces the fossils
of whatever
you think you've had

May my curse mutate
into forgiveness –
a song less blackbird