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Long hair, wrong hair

1 min lectură·30 noiembrie 2005

Mediu

God damn, I said, it’s snowing over me

and I realize with a shock

that my hair is no longer long enough for you.

I understand

that you changed, so I see, and you let me in the snow

you, my shelter, my key, my miracle

from the uninhabited street, from the bed

full of lost hair during our last night.

hair is no longer long

enough for you

enough of me, you took and

now there isn‘t enough. I don’t have enough strength

to wait for you, to stare for you

in the eyes of every metro passenger.

hair. My eyes

are no longer

deep enough, blue enough

this bed

is only a cradle for my lust

of everything we had, of our

multicultural position into the global world

to which we turned such an innocent back

my arms

your cradle are no more, so please, just go

into the first metro, and go! It hurts

like hell, I’m

getting crazy

alone

I\'m walking now

in the snow

bald, feeling empty

I’m just a

lost snow-woman ready for redemption

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Cristina Muntean. “Long hair, wrong hair.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/cristina-muntean/poezie/153326/long-hair-wrong-hair

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