The White Stain

By Luljeta Llashanaku
Translated by Kisla Rami

My head
Resting on your left shoulder

No valence,
Gray, metallic
Loneliness

Rusted freckles strengthen the crowded character

Of a naive child.

Time
Slips
Slowly

The thermometer hung on the wall

Falling slowly like shy, see-through underwear

The striptease of autumn

The striptease of annual autumn
Provoke the hidden agendas
Of our third dimensions.

The same dream haunts me

A worm eating new leaves
As your shadow slips slowly from the chair
Like an evening dress I once wore,
Solely covering my tropical waist

No valence.
Chemical loneliness with
no hope.
the reaction burns,
black gases that drown my free spirit
the ideal
has always scared us.
Like the stewardess’ white stain
Over there in the entrance.
when they announce to fasten seat belts
when they announce that the destination has been reached.