Nothing But Death And Kisses

All you have to do is look at the sky
and, at the sight of the lightning bolt,
you might know when to escape
the bad weather’s master stroke
but not where to go…
You, Roaring Pandemic, you have exempted me from paying my taxes
taking my everything except for death;
she awaits me –
or the other way around –
because I have nothing left
apart from a broken screen
and a pain in the molars from
chewing too much air.
And you, heap of institutions, you, Holy Tetragram, you certainly
don’t give me the shelter I need;
the atheists and dissidents give it to me instead;
they, whose revolutionary cheeks
I kiss
because they burn their eyes
on paper or screens
reading of my troubles,
and with the eyes and lips
of their fearless hearts, they
soothe me
and keep the wheels of my mind going.

Mihaela Melnic lives and writes in Rome, Italy, where her prose and poetry evolve and take different shapes with every new life experience. Her recent work has appeared in various venues including Harbinger Asylum published through Transcendent Zero Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Dissident Voice and Impspired magazine. Her debut poetry collection "Change of Seasons" was released in 2018. Her latest work is the book "Evermore" written in co-authorship and released in September 2021 through 17Numa Press. Visit her website for more of her writings. Read other articles by Mihaela.