BOGDAN PUSLENGHEA

In the garden of Even

The Silence’s lovers in bed

Are toasting each other the first one for dream

And the second for reality

The third is crying

faceless on the steps

Sex is present as the fourth

or synonym

5 women are shopping on the 23^rd avenue

desires, less than 24

Stop                                     like                              rocks                          in          windows

Number six is not sick only it feels

Exhaustion and starts an

interested evasion

7 is

8 is infinite you see

that and do laugh

Nine isn’t

In reverse

still hitting sweet 16

and oneness

zero reigns

Interlude

a fat round plane

a huge pregnant cat
ladies wait in line at the tailor’s parlour
fifteen layers a dress it means you’re 15
that’s a good age for
the ink faced boy who eats
and all the food
that seems paper
goes to your head
wake up baby! this trip we use cars
hit the moon by the other side
(end of the line)
going and hiding it
clouds of sober dots or comma moon

I stood there on the balcony
alone and the thought of her
was strong a hangman’s rope
the quiet night around me had

claws one single baby sound lit up
the floor