the past perfect – Poetry by Katarzyna Stefanicka

Void of Space – Rene Magritte

a memory sometimes hangs in the air 
you can sense it and you can smell
the thickening of particles 
of a different kind
perhaps like those that are quantum  
oblivious to the rules of space 
and the rules of time 
the gluons and quarks of a prehistoric past
you can sense them and you can grasp
the buzzing of all flavours
as they’re meant to be
in one stranger’s summer garden
full of strawberries at noon
in nineteen ninety three


About the Poet

Katarzyna is a psychologist with an interest in psychoanalysis and writing. Her poetry frequently makes use of short form. She lives, works and writes in London.

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