DIRTY QUEEN

Written by: DANIELA VOICU

How lovely the morning is,
pervaded by the silence of loneliness,
as sleepy green and red dragons fly in circles
around lost feelings.
Next to me on an old couch,
God watches a movie with clowns.
I play chess, and it is naked
all around the queen, that
dirty
dirty
queen,
who reads the lines in my palm,
speaking lies about my dearest stars.
Beside me,
my cup of Romanian coffee is still hot,
while I wait
for the green and red dragons
to dissipate.