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Shattered Glass

4 min readMay 9, 2025
Marek Rużyk

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THE STORY OF A SUFFERING SON OF A BITCH (Fragment)

One night skin and bones came to my door, wet, battered, fearful

it was a white cat with a ribbon

let him in, fed him, was one more in the house

developed a certain loving confidence in me

until one day an acquaintance,

parking in the garage

he passed his car on top of the white cat…

Sometimes they do interviews, they wish to know

of my life, of my literature,

I get drunk, I hold my cat in my arms

bugger, gunshot wound, run over twice, rabid

and I say, “Look, look at this!” ”

they don’t understand anything, I insist, nothing of nothing, they ask

something like: “do you recognize Celine’s influences? ”

“no” I pick up my cat “for what happens, with things

like this, like this! ”.

shake my cat i carry him

into the hazy light by smoke and alcohol, he’s relaxed, he knows..

this is the moment the interview ends…

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David Price
David Price

Written by David Price

I write about creativity, loving, language learning and psycho/spirituality. I’m a longtime painter and reader.

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