Christmas Time by Ewa Lipska During Christmas I can finally turn off the phone. If the Savior is born, the neighbor will pop in. I watch Casablanca with the usual appetite for digression. I party with solitude, and drink hot milk with honey. My sixth finger types out letters. I will not write anything anymore. The rest of the evening is untouchable.
Translated, from the Polish, by Doru Radu.
Photo: Still from Casablanca (1942) directed by Michael Curtiz