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That day has come

1 min lectură·28 mai 2005

Mediu

There comes a time when you make up your lovers

give them names like you used call your dolls

line them up in your bedroom and tell them what to say

to your legs, to your neck or how you used to blur his waters.

Your heart has been restless, it now makes noises like

a thousand workers on a scaffolding of your body: I accept

my body is going to Heaven but I rather have my soul wondering in

the streets of Craiova, with smoke, the smell of fresh donuts,

but in no hurry. With only 5000 you could be dressed up in a paper dress

with cardboard shoes like a Cinderrela and sent back to Romania

where you can say words in your native tongue

where you can wisper something in his ear

where your mum keeps in a cupboard a tiny bit of hair

a silver spoon and some plates with seven dwarfs

every day you add another tin to the plane made of tomatoes tins

every day.

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Motoc Lavinia. “That day has come.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/motoc-lavinia/poezie/124190/that-day-has-come

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