Stella Vinitchi Radulescu

sometimes in the evening

no it’s not me here       for quite some time
someone has enjoyed inhabiting my days
and my nights

lacking myself I practice innocence I make love
with the shadows
when they lie down on the sidewalk

and I fill out the absence forms
with my blood
sometimes in the evening I hear a voice and its echo saying

the rain the rain and the blooming lilacs

this snail that hides itself in the shell of my life

—translated from the French by Luke Hankins