Katrina Naomi

Diary

Her diary,
the way the words hurry
intoeachother,
and then
apart –
as the days
and her body
lost out.

I took the diary from her bedside.
I did nothing else,
no sorting of clothes,
touched nothing
of hers,
save the diary, reading

how she wrote across days
and off the edge
of the page.

Andreea Hadambu

Katrina Naomi

Jurnal

Jurnalul ei,
felul in care cuvintele
se topesc unele-ntr-altele,
si apoi se rasfira –
asa cum i s-au irosit
zilele si trupul.

I-am luat jurnalul
de la marginea patului.
N-am facut nimic altceva,
nu i-am sortat hainele,
nu m-am atins de nimic
de-al ei,
mai putin de jurnal, din care citeam

pagini impregnate de viata ei zilnica,
pana ce randurile s-au intrerupt.