Cristina Boncea

You know what happened next, things were going well for us… We were going to change the world. I trusted them. But that night, Alek had brought a hammer from home and a couple of paddles to use as oars. He gave us both some compote, then we got in the car and drove back…

the boot nailed into the chest in the xenon beams, you travel miles propelled by tearswith Fortuna holding your handa three-hundred-year-old curse you always look disillusioned, demonetizedat the plexiglass between you. you no longer descend into the cavernafter bugs the bunny, you laugh maniacally when the fireflickers closer to your cheek. perhaps the horns were…

i entered your living room & it was cramped. it reminded me of my former coworker’s apartment in Brooklyn. just like my grandparents’. knickknacks, a framed wedding photo, sepia-toned. the couch released dust particles every time a butt sank into it. i planted my butt down, waiting for you; i’m always waiting for some boy…