Cristina M. Moldoveanu Biography

the small woman from the attic sits
cross-legged with her pink plastic
hair rollers for hours. her life spins
like the spool of thread on the sewing
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The last gift from my father was B.B. King's blues on CD.
A week after my father's death my mother handed me
one of the towels she bought as a gift for the guests
coming to the funeral, as it is customary. This towel
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a house mouse squeaks under the heavy wardrobe
crumbs are falling
from grandpa's black pipe
the ice cream got dry in the compote bowl
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love
like a good joke about death
is born
when a little girl hangs cherries behind her ears
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i.
Because it's New Year's Eve I bought me a pizza
and hid my sorrows munching, tasting,
remembering old days. After all, I am a big child.
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