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by Sonia Blank
uninvited
you left excrement on the floor
yet when you sat on the cactus
I worried for your wings and couldn’t be mad
you taught me a lesson
an enemy is an enemy except they’re not
in light of your sentience on my knees
I scrubbed your dung and washed the floor
you fly free again and I’m glad
you’re gone
Sonia Blank, after receiving her MLitt in Religion and the Contemporary World from St. Andrews University in Scotland, moved back to her native country, Poland, where she currently works as a humanities teacher at Akademeia High School in Warsaw and is a translator for various publishers. Her Polish poetry is published in Akant Magazine and she has been a contributor for Transpositions.