raw material raw material
i
illustration by Joanna Łańcucka
Fiction

raw material

Anna Adamowicz
Reading
time 1 minute

to preserve you in verse, sea turtle
ingesting plastic bags instead of jellyfish,
to plop you in this poem like a cradle or a tomb
is all I can do, forgive me, I can’t fetch
you a school of moon jellies stuttering like hearts,
I can’t teach you to tell polymer from mesoglea,
I won’t give up single-use needles,
I can’t dismantle the Great Pacific Garbage Patch,
I won’t sweep humans from every continent
’cause who’d then preserve you in verse, turtle bro

 

Author’s note:

Typically, writing is for me a laborious search, in which something either comes or it doesn’t. But this poem appeared in a single breath in the form of a long, excruciatingly-arranged sentence. I both love this situation (as pleasurable as picking a scab from a wound – because it saves so much time that way!) and hate it (after all, writing poetry is supposed to be work, not a windfall of inspiration). Unable to accept this gift, I kept hunting and pecking, but the words had bonded to each other and would not budge. Similarly stuck together is the huge collection of plastic trash (the size of five Polands – imagine the horror of that!), drifting in the Pacific Ocean, which Curtis Ebbesmeyer dubbed the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.

Information

Breaking news! This is the first of your five free articles this month. You can get unlimited access to all our articles and audio content with our digital subscription.

Subscribe

 

Translated by Karen Kovacik

 

Also read:

it’s only sunday it’s only sunday
Experiences

it’s only sunday

Antonina Małgorzata Tosiek

why you crying stupid
it’s okay now
those are your Sunday rules
that you kill the rooster come on
is this your first time on a farm
that you’re so shocked stop shaking
coz you’ll miss and then you gotta pluck
head on the block and then the axe

you won’t cut it off?
give it to me I’ll do it

Continue reading