Mirka Szychowiak

Mirka Szychowiak

  ALONGSIDE   Hum in the corridors of veins, plantations of sinews around; the body fully buttoned up doesn’t let you see what...
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Mirka Szychowiak

I take a taxi back to earth, my tears dripping onto the upholstered seat. The driver turns around, worried.

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Mirka Szychowiak

Kitchen full of black aunties sighed, outraged with Grandma’s lack of respect for the written word and the bloody stamp in the corner of the page. Nobody questioned the war death. She was the only one who put her foot down.

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