poetry wasn't here
to save me,
it doesn't come
to lift me from these
sinkable seas
It is here
to continue
my misadventures
—neither I nor this poetry is salvation in this story
CITEȘTI
an ocean of teardrops
PoezieI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
