Arania

 

MAKING THE FACE MORE BEARABLE TO LOOK AT

„Now what?”
I asked

„What?” she
said, not facing me

she was
busy scratching
the wood of the desk
with her fingernail

up and down
and up and down
as if coloring
with a crayon

„What are you doing?”
I asked

and she said
„I’m making the face
more bearable to
look at.”

Of course

She had this issue

Saw faces wherever
she looked. On almost
any damn surface

I knew people
in my life
who were tormented by
this condition

She was not one of
them
because she was not real

Hence
I worried not about my
desk being scratched

It would be a scratch mark
that the rest of the
world would never
be able to see

„Alright then,” I told her:
„I’m going for
a walk.
Alone. Maybe when I
get back we’ll compose
some verses together. Like
in the good old days.”

She ignored me

Kept scratching
the wood

When I came back
she was no longer
there

Only the
scratch mark

I’m looking at it
right now
Even feeling it

©Bogdan Dragoș

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