Madeleine Grabarczyk

Have you ever stolen something?

Do you ever feel overwhelmed by your emotions?

Have you ever attacked someone?

How often do you shout?

Do you feel bad if you’re late?

Have you ever committed a crime?

Do you find it hard to empathize with others?

Do you have a hard time forgiving?

Do you finish all your tasks on time?

Do you have a lot of close friends?

Are you charming?

If yes, why do you think that?

Do you need approval?

Do you tend to compliment and flatter people?

If yes, why do you do that?

Are you sorry a lot?

Do you check your body in the mirror often?

Do you like what you see?

And I know now that if he will look back, it will all be over

I would go back to the tree, take back up my nap

And eat my fruits

Husband, singer of songs

It’s depressing to look at the back of a man’s head

The ladies there

my friends

were so kind

So white and their dresses open at the sides

The bite didn’t even hurt back there

And his grip is so tight on my hand

And my girdle is so tight on my breast

And I’m hungry

And my ankle is bothering me

Should I yank my hand or slip it slowly?

Or will even just a tug do?

A wiggle of the fingers

Odysseus was somewhat sure of Penelope

How sure is my Orpheus of me?

How sure am I of him?

What kind of question is that?

And we’re nearing the gates

And the hunger is gnawing

And I can see the sweat on the back of his neck

The sun is shining through

And there’s a little town on the other side

His foot is in the grass and he’s holding tighter to me

But look! A shake of the curls —