THE STARS ARE SPEAKING YOUR LANGUAGE Poem by Răzvan Ţupa

a romanian body is the other to whom you transfer all that you are; you always had a cousin at school who'd seen, who'd done it all - he was the romanian body for each of us who'd trafficked in luxury cars for each of us as our debt as our possibility the same for any fear on the hair at the back of your neck maybe one or maybe many whom you dreamed on; and this dream is what you've been doing since you woke up, till late at night then, at a very clear moment, my phonetic shadow is falling everywhere with a breeze of touch maybe one, or maybe many tongues stuck out into the air; our duty is pleasure; slowly on the roof of our mouths the stars will shine