translated from Romanian by Adam J. Sorkin and Petru Iamandi The light sends its ambassadors among the birches, forgets its fires in the roses
Picnic—We flirt and eat cake in the rain. Bad actors banter and run through fake rain. Classics’ women vanquished by weather. They faint in
everybody’s making holes the chicks scratch through their litter only to find yesterday’s news beneath the flickers peck the earth for ants and enlarge