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Horatiu Stamatin


(if Alva had known)

I sleep
but can’t dream
as somewhere
in the basement the light is burning

I wake up
jump out of bed
(sometimes my woman sleeps
in the other room: I know why)
in the hall a child opens
the door
we get down the steps together
being accompanied I renounce to count them
reach under the electric bulb
I raise my hands to unscrew it
the child draws my attention
“mister this is a wireless bulb”
I look at it more attentively
and yet I see it has a wire
the child feels my embarrassment and repeats
“mister this is a wireless bulb”
I don’t argue
I blink fast
the blind eye blinks fast
and I say
“in fact it’s not a bulb
it’s an owl”
the child looks daggers at me
his head takes
a north tilt direction
and makes me a sign
of going out

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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