cleaning out my old bedroom.
i found a poetry hand-out from high school, "the suicide's room" by the polish poet wislawa syzmborska
on it i had written:
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
salty lumps of dry bread and cured meat
washed down in a flood of carbonated corn syrup...i thought, i couldn't have possibly come up with that first line myself
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