Published in / Opublikowane w: 20th Jubilee Anthology: Anniversary of the Contemporary Writers of Poland
Date of publication / Data publikacji: June 2020
I am a hammock hung in a small garden between two wooden poles erected at opposite ends. I blush all orange and grey, tightly hugging two metal hooks, rubbing them with black rope. I swing back and forth gently (or not), sometimes nauseatingly. I get wet with the rain or with water from the hose. I like brushing against the potted mint. Or sage. I can be tricky to get into, even trickier to get out of. I am a cocoon padded with blankets and cushions, cozy and stifling. Come in to me, be in the sun and out of the sun. Sway.