photos by Zoe Grindea

A Thought Before Correction

There’s another dimension where I am who I am

And did not go astray to my formal self

And the words that I wrote are not detached in a floating breadth

And I can sit down and write straight from the gut

And I’m joined and bound to the words with a stern bond

Which are from a seed I sowed.

And they’re original and faithfully express my truth

And I’m not disturbed by tasks given me

And I don’t lose my way, but become lost

In order to find new territories and stretch borders

And invent my own true reflection.

I am who I am and do not betray myself.

And I count the times

And they’re written in my dialect

And I’m not lost to myself

And I know the truth

With my five senses. And it is not written in the stars.

Or in the books—except those I wrote.