Warranty by Ewa Lipska

The machine of our marriage
has jammed.

We still
peel tomatoes
mince garlic
fill the evening
with talk about sex
and devour memory
after memory

yet we look around nervously
for a warranty’s
guarantee.

translated by Robin Davidson & Ewa Elzbieta Nowakowska

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