“All of your anno Domini
the whole year long
has turned to
anno servi, or two, or
better yet:
ano polaco…
in a piece of the wor(l)d
where slave and Slav
de-fine the di-stance between
six years—nine, but who’s counting?
seven hours, and
365 degrees,
the temperature at which this flesh burns.”

“All of your anno Domini
the whole year long
has turned to
anno servi, or two, or
better yet:
ano polaco…
in a piece of the wor(l)d
where slave and Slav
de-fine the di-stance between
six years—nine, but who’s counting?
seven hours, and
365 degrees,
the temperature at which this flesh burns.”