Dorin Popa writes

when a woman comes towards you

it is as if
the joint armies of mankind
turn their steps
towards you

you’re lost




when a woman leaves

a dreadful noise
visits your temples
and scabby frogs
speed up
climbing on your body

no, no, no
I won’t believe anything
of what befalls me
it’s a bad novel, a cheap film,
a spurious song
nothing, nothing
is true!

when a woman leaves
when your woman leaves,
for good
you wish you were no longer
not even had been born
nowhere
never
not at all