To Whom It May (NOT) Concern

all reflections ...

Cast upon the valley bridge
Underneath a liquid chest
All the dolls shall ache and hiss...
She's a rapture and a pest.


Words distorting in a mouth
Games forgotten in a finger
Golden shadows of the gowns...
All unfolding...she would linger.



Bent beyond the deepest green
Fairies died within her hand
Shattered in those empty bones...
She's all gone...upon that land.

... shadowed ...

copyright@2009 Ema Cristina Sitoritz

get flesh eat flesh

I will ask you to make a dress for me. For the day when I give birth... or marry... or die... or just... for a mere autumn promenade in the park.

I will ask you to sew it against my flesh... and when we get too far away from each other... I'll make sure it's held tight to the bones.

Start projecting... dear.

I need a dress on each occasion.

copyright@2006 Ema Cristina Sitoritz

vile children

sky turned on... in her mouth.

this is a case of paranoia
in which the velvet eye returns
to cause the damage on the inside
to plague the heart until it burns.

this is a mortuary statement.

copyright@2006 Ema Cristina Sitoritz

inhale

Do not argue this erect cogitation
Displaying the hysteria of livid contemplation
Do not disarm the sudden porcelain crisis
That... when I look at thee... my dear... arises.

She means no summer by her smile.

copyright@2006 Ema Cristina Sitoritz

utter denial

Disclose the torment of the mind

I tiptoe on the walls at night
And close the doors behind my days
In search of never ending light
In front of overwhelming ways.

The fairies gathered in my bed
Would swallow feathers from inside
All rapture floating in my head
When all those dreams... in dreams... collide.

I tiptoe on the walls and wait
Engraved in silence... fairies burn
They always seem to be so late
Still never failing... to return.

'Once upon a time'... arguments...

copyright@2009 Ema Cristina Sitoritz

cold waters next autumn

more beings within myself ... they constantly become tangled ... and instead of a singular presence ... two of them have entered beneath. there should have been one ... and one only ... but there it is ... two of them ... living.

and e. is all alone ... since she cannot sense any of the worlds as ... familiar... And there's not even an "I" all alone ... there's a whole "Us"... transformed... not identifying the evolutionary statement. Nothing to admit ... nothing to admire ... nothing close ... and nothing for the time being ...

when one of them happens ... the others appear ... and act defiantly ... In the lambent dream of the latter ... the photograph of the former ... sighs ... and eventually, they dissolve within each other...

one will forgive you ... in each of her dreams ... while the other ... will turn her eyes away ... for she does not know ... she does not understanding and ... there is nothing ... she can tell you ...

copyright@2009 Ema Cristina Sitoritz

ape reci la toamna

ar fi mai multe fiinte in mine si ... in loc sa traiasca doar una ... s au incurcat ... si au intrat doua in e. . aici ar fi trebuit sa fie doar una ... dar traiesc doua.

iar eu ... sunt cu adevarat singura ... pentru ca nu mi pot apropia nici o lume ...
Nici macar nu sunt una singura. suntem mai multe ... si nu recunoastem nimic ... familiar ... nimic aproape ... nimic acum...

la fiecare gest al uneia ... apare cealalta ... si o cearta. in fiecare vis al celeilalte ... incepe lumea celei dintai ... si se destrama astfel ... una in alta ...

una te va ierta ... in fiecare vis ... si cealalta ... isi va intoarce iarasi chipul ... pentru ca nu stie ... nu intelege ... si nu ti va spune nimic....

copyright@2009 Ema Cristina Sitoritz