Lucia Cherciu

Clenched Teeth

At Gara de Nord
the children of the streets
earn their supper
and cash for glue,
their faces turning
first grey, then blue,

hiding their induced reveries
in the cavities of the Metro,
catacombs of loneliness
and fights among
empty bottles of Pepsi,
blankets of cardboard boxes,
an orange jacket
forgotten on the train.

Lucia Cherciu writes both in English and in Romanian, and her new book of poetry, Edible Flowers, is available from Main Street Rag.