A poem paraphrasing my friend Ilinca Bernea on a visit to Bucharest in 2016.
The old man removed his clothes, reached behind and pressed a switch under the skin at the base of his spine. A little click. Then, he opened a little drawer in his chest, took out a little box, opened it and a dragonfly flew out and flew away in the blue and lemon air […]
Dark heart spores fringed in light centre of the eye. Sun in void, dark heart flower eats iris & flares out. Vacuum & revery: the black water under the grey where disperses all life’s desire & His liquid hand on our throat as in a pill or marriages. Hey, what do you call happiness? […]