Loneliness Interrupted
Perhaps it was chance.
The gut knows
But it won’t talk.
The unknown man
and the unknown woman
Two lives in use
entered and divided.
The present and the past
above all science.
The trees, the roads, the stones
A small print in a room
The rain that fell at the beginning
of autumn — There was no trace of it
No physical sensation.
All sense of what was real
discharged from the mind.
And as it came, so it went.
The days, the nights, the music
Only marginal notes.
Rain still falling, now with less force
A great performance of the mind.
Written and photographed by Ema Dumitru
Old Mirror
Old mirror
Dear mirror
Previous version of thyself
Swooned by days of unrest and slippery trials
Caught in the names of wounds that begin with anger
Set in bones and cloned to an old area
Where you couldn’t find yourself
Where you couldn’t catch your breath
Where you couldn’t run
Nor swear
Where there was no sun
To set on all your pain
Slippery slope
Catch me if you can
Old mirror
Let me play one more game.
Written and photographed by GOLSEN