The more we drive, the more the distance grows.
We travel in a beat-up Romanian car with no AC.
Ahead of us, fata Morgana creates imaginary islands
and waves scarves of water: Over here! Here!
The asphalt melts over the spine of the earth
into endless white noise on the radio.
Only the mirage floats on top of the road
and makes me dream of wells.
Tonight I'll become a lake
into which you'll sink.
About the author:
I was born in Romania, and I moved to the U.S. in 1995. My poems and translations are published in literary journals such as Mudfish, Oberon, The Comstock Review, Harpur Palate, Languageandculture.net, Exquisite Corpse, and in various Romanian publications. My chapbook, Eternity's Orthography, was chosen as a finalist and was published in September 2007 by Finishing Line Press.
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