I happened to myself
along with ‘your welcome,
my pleasure’—
my only invention—
and all the favourite English words,
like ‘certainly’, ‘perhaps’ and ‘indeed’,
etched into the dust
on the shelves in my study
after all the mature
and not-so-mature women—
for lack of male figures—
like a wah-wah mute
giving me vocal inflection
and a sudden urge to catch a ferry to Bergen
for an obol.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
