By Inga Piotrowska
The doctor told me that I have cataract and the world will always look blurry. I read somewhere that searching is not poetry. It is a bumpy road and dead-end coming home and instantly leaving sleeping 3 hours a night forgetting to clean the counter. Searching is not about finding. It is about dropping hiding and losing. They couldn’t stand to see me wander so they gave me a plastic lens. The counter remains unclean and I hide under the bed. My insides are blurry
Inga Piotrowska is a young Polish poet and translator currently living in Manchester, UK. Her first poetry book was published in Poland in 2018. She received a BA in Psychology from Wellesley College, USA and MA in English Literature from the University of York, UK. She can speak four languages.
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Ms Piotrowska: I like this very much. As someone whose received an implant, I am aware of both the miracle of clarity and how much I miss some of the fuzzy blurriness. Thank you for sharing.