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my lover’s wellies

1 min lectură·1 februarie 2009

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while I am giving my lover’s wellies a rub,

I remember I used to write him love letters

once, transparent, loud, wide open, mouth

smiling. and, arrested by a dead woman,

a diva’s great voice, while I am giving his

boots a rub, I start writing on their top about

an issue – did you know this word, issue,

is the most looked up English word by

my people? – an issue heavy travelers

usually never think about and this is as

follows: how many steps my lover has made

so far. mathematicians say on average we

walk round the world twice in our lifetime –

minuscule little moons playing hide-and-

seek with the shadows of a holy reflex. and,

as my Greek name has to do with numbers,

I am trying to see where my lover is now:

...step no. 44,308,706, step no. 44,308,707...

his sole so soft on my heart, trying with his

toes the waters of my soul, the sand of

my dreams.

006.339

Monica Manolachi. “my lover’s wellies.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/monica-manolachi/poezie/1821310/my-lovers-wellies

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