People said back then that there was only vinegar in the stores.
It obviously turned out to be a powerful aphrodisiac since it led
to the birth of 14 million new Poles.
- Wojciech Jaruzelski, former communist dictator
I want you most as raveled socks. I want
you car, you Fiat and Trabant
that take the street on wobble-wheels, all spit
and sputter. You plate without meat,
you Warsaw Zoo without its elephant,
Swan Lake without Odette. In fact,
no swan in the aviary of your heart.
No hammered beak. How long I wait
to hear No bread, No toilet paper, No sugar
for a week. I buy you pickle jar.
I subsidize you cabbage in the fall.
I eat you in my stew. You sell
for forty dollars on the black market.
When you are denim counterfeit,
I like how close you fit against my hips.
Old heroes may be dead, shops
gone, but you are still a marble bust
that pigeons leave alone. Mostly.
You’re still the news on all two channels.
How well they read your name. And still
red currants in a bowl. Who cares about
the sour juice of you? What’s sweet
without the wanting, the queue around the block
when even you are out of stock?