that’s a lot for a tiny person

​a noise in the silence and the unbearable lightness of being
i am here, with all the fears and thoughts and emotions and the wind blowing them all in my face

that’s a lot for a tiny person

a smell of roasted peppers and silence filled with noise like swishing leaves
except that they aren’t leaves; they’re people trying to knock down a door locked from the inside
trying to get in with a screwdriver and a hammer
—————
and how do you know you made the right choice? you don’t. and you did. because all the steps that got you here are every step you took so far
this is your universe
it could be anyone’s though, but it’s not theirs

se aliniază păpădiile

(the EN poem here)

în jurul lunii

de ieri mi s-a deschis pieptul, acum e o cutie transparentă prin care
se vede inima, o bulă de aer
în jurul ei gravitează păpădii, e bine, a trecut prea mult de când nu am mai scris
dar acum văd înăuntrul cutiei transparente căprioare, cerbi, frunze
umed și verde închis, pădure

cum mai e un poem, ce mai e la modă? mi-e atât de ușor să respir acum că s-au aliniat

păpădiile

 

The dandelions

In the British Isles alone, 234 micro species of dandelion are recognized
to gravitate around the moon

since yesterday my chest has opened and it looks like a glass box
transparent and you can see my heart inside
an air bubble
around it dandelions lined up like planets: it’s good, I feel like I haven’t written in a long
long time but I can see inside the box now
deer and stags, leaves, humidity and deep green, a forest

I have forgotten how it’s like to write a poem but it’s easy to breathe now that they’re all lined up

the dandelions

(varianta RO aici)