Maria Skurzak

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the snake on my arm

bites my calf

such a beautiful body part

and the body is mine

and i didn't shave my legs like an animal how dare i

i smell my forearm it smells like home

i am a rose i am a rat

you used to disgust me belly my belly

close your eyes see things

hiding my head between my knees

i smell like home i smell like home i smell like home i smell like home

blonde body asks a question

why cannot you be fully free in your city?

blonde body hands me neon oranges

can i keep the zest?

blonde body

put it under your tongue

sleeps swollen on skins and seeds

poland is when the light enters the room through dirty windows

home

something most distant from you

at the bottom of my stomach

tengo plantas

she the goat

the goat myself

i lick her palms

i sleep i sleep

i burnt the robe my dad brought from japan 20 years ago

do countries have gender energy for you?

cause she was so female

me walking around and smiling at women

rupees on my tongue

it’s dark

it’s dark and it’s fine

hit me second sun

Maria Skurzak mixes her work as a linguist, teacher and astrologer. Originally from Poland that stopped feeling like home a while ago. She is currently traveling the world pursuing connection with everything from outside her world. For her, poetry is one way of doing that. Through words, she searches for a place where she belongs.