Carta

I need to send news
To the heart of my love to cook me
To the heart of my love to remake me
Dream of me
Rock me
Eat me
Cook me like a fat turkey
Cook me like a guinea fowl
A holy calf
A sad note.
Cook me like a dead canary
Cook me like a shivering calf
A water duck
A Polish sake.
I write my letter on decent paper
Who feels
Who feels longing doesn't hold back
Not even for the sake
Neither pain nor suffering, let alone paper
And the ring
The ring of thought is worth a treasure
It's a beetle
It's a stubborn beetle whose usefulness
Was already fading
Was already fading in the cage and in the envelope
And in the blow
And in the blow of distance I walked 200 leagues
My mare
My mare stumbled, my chest hurt
When I went
When I went in memory, longing came.