the home and the body
a wandering leaf on the tea kettle, boiling
like the blackness of captains abandoning ship:
this is what the morning did to me
and what it does to you, my left hand left
on the stove, because it’s easy to forget
the body burns, and i’m cold
a wandering leaf stuck to the glass
of the snow globe on top of the wardrobe
where i pick out the gloves for my fingers:
this is what the house looks like when i forget
to close the window and draw the drapes
on the film showing outside my eyes, and i’m cold
a wandering leaf curled over my question
left my house before i could ask it more,
walked out on my shoe as i ran to get
warm, warmth being outside myself, always,
but it helps if you have a stove
and gloves
and a snow globe
to shake.
Poem by Florina Nastase
Florina Nastase is an Assistant Professor at ‘Alexandru Ioan Cuza’ University in Iasi, Romania. She holds a PhD in American poetry, and spends copious amounts of time writing online. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has been published in Kajet, Gasher Journal, The Decadent Review, Pangyrus, La Piccioletta Barca, High-Shelf Press, Prometheus Dreaming and others, and hopes to publish more.