aspire to be air,
and fly unpredictable.
I thought about feeling different,
banish your roots,
drive away my demons,
turn my back on your deaths.
I thought for a moment to be another,
in the ephemeral cave of my dream,
but my heartbeat rebels
hurtful, sharp, insistent;
perhaps there is no amendment
if the letters have already been dealt,
perhaps there is no return
if it’s your blood that runs
incoherent, voluptuous, invasive,
through the burning veins of my night.
Poezia a fost publicată în antologia OPA (Our Poetry Archive) din luna octombrie 2018