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Bereavement by Inga Piotrowska

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  • Jul 24, 2024
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There are ponds inside us

full of empty cans and Pringle tubes.

Grief is sparkling, slightly salty,

difficult to digest.


Ducks live on the surface

with their impenetrable feathers,

miracle of evolution.


We drown,

they keep floating.


Survival of the fittest.


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Inga Piotrowska is a Polish poet currently living in Manchester, UK. Her first poetry

book was published in Poland in 2018. She was shortlited for The Bridport Prize in

2023. Her English poetry was chosen to be published in harana poetry, Wild Roof

Journal, Eye to the Telescope, Thimble Lit and others.

 
 
 

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