Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Chapters 

 

The spine of a book
Has paralyzed
On page thirty-seven.

 

String-bound,

It needs unweaving,

Slowly set free.

Dust-covered,

It needs unknitting

From specs of dust

Collected into yarn.
Brown-paged,
It needs reading,

Alas understood.

 

So what about

This chapter

On page thirty-seven?

A closed petal

On a bud.

 

Page thirty-six,

Twenty-six,

Twenty,

Won’t be needed
To start:

String by string

Is freed.

Dust by dust,

Is blown.

Word by word,

Is read.

 

Here, take this.

Unweave its spine.

Set it free.

Please.

Read page thirty-one.

Carefully.
Forgo all past pages.

Try to understand.

Please.