Poetry Reading by Anna Swirszczynska

Poetry Reading

I’m curled into a ball

like a dog

that is cold.

 

Who will tell me

why I was born,

why this monstrosity

called life.

 

The telephone rings. I have to give

a poetry reading.

 

I enter.

A hundred people, a hundred pairs of eyes.

They look, they wait.

I know for what.

 

I am supposed to tell them

why they were born,

why there is

this monstrosity called life.

 

 

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