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Kraków, TMMFITW

 

In this most religious of cities people were capable

of extreme acts of devotion.

 

It wasn’t unheard of for even tourists

to offer up impromptu prayers to the soul of the city

hug the corners of buildings and linger in courtyards

tracing with trembling fingers the outlines of murals.

One such devotional (and officially sanctioned) act

was to wear a dragon suit and lick the sooty dust

from window sills in the old town.

 

But what led Anna to break her teeth

on the Sukiennice, at the very centre of the city’s main square? Hers was no ordinary dementia. It seemed her devotion to the city had slipped

into a delirium

in which she saw herself literally consuming buildings, taking bites

out of statues and churches. And what could be more cake-like

than the famed Cloth Hall?

“I was convinced it was marzipan,” she said once her teeth

were repaired.

 

 

 

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