Blue Minor
A Poem by Alina Stefanescu
Following The Unnamable’s interview with Alina Stefanescu, I’m pleased to share “Blue Minor,” a poem from Stefanescu’s collection-in-progress, Byline, Be Sky.
— Ben
Blue Minor
A cloud lives for ten minutes on average before dissolving into a scorpion's thighs.
It is a complex violence, the poem memory devises from waiting for rain, the syntax of expectation parching the brain, the pluck of cars parked like classical guitars in paved places —
I composed them.
I found muses in the notches on my bed, each line representing a book I had read.
I am still scoring
forgiveness, the labor of returning
to the world what you have
needed from it.