HE IS ME[AT]

motto: "dintre toate nenorcirile de pe pământ, părăsirea otrăveşte cel mai tare.” [Maria Manolescu]

//WE’RE VERY DIFFERENT/I’M STUCK WITH MY LEGS DEEP/INTO THIS OLD SOUL AND WET WOODEN FLOOR/JUST MY ARMS WITH MY HANDS FLY SOMETIMES//

//AND “HE’S CELESTIAL./HE’S WITH THE ANGELS!”/THE GURU BOY SAYS WHILE ANALYZING/HIS BIRTHDATA.//

// “YOU WANT HIM JUST/COZ YOU SAW INSIDE HIM. BEAUTY./BUT IT’S JUST YOUR BEAUTY.”/THAT’S FROM THE GUARDIAN.//

//“HE’S GOT A CRAZINESS/INTO THE EYES” THE SMALL GIRL TELLS ME WHILE/WATCHING HIS PICTURE/ON MY BLACK DIAMONDLIKE NOKIA.//

//HE SHAVES AT NIGHT/SO HE WON’T BLEED./I CAN’T SHAVE 5 MINUTES LATER./I HAVE TO DO IT IN THE MORNING.//

//NOT BECAUSE MY SKIN IS SENSITIVE./IT’S JUST TOO WHITE./BUT BECAUSE MY HANDS SHAKE/WHEN NEAR HIS THAT RELAX.//

//HE GOES OUT OF ME NOW/AND HIDES MY FACE/WITH ANYTHING ON THE BED/BECAUSE DINER, MEAT AGAIN/IS BURNING IN THE OVEN.//

“ You’re so conventional. I really mean it!” I hear him say. What’s the use? Everybody’s producing anytime, everywhere. Your words could have been more complicated, you just know about 500 right now. You lost everything else. “Am I such a looser?”.“ Yes, but it doesn’t really matter!” tells me the guardian. She's so serene watching herself into my exploded eyes.