Alina Stefanescu<\/p>\n
Start as a seed
\nwind up a splinter
\nnot much surreal
\nabout taking a tree
\nfor its mulch
\nunless you get stuck
\nwith subcutaneous
\nconsequences.<\/p>\n
Start as an artist
\nwind up a witness
\nto World War I
\nnot much surreal
\nabout trenches and guns
\nor corpse v. carcass
\nunless you get stuck
\nwith subcutaneous
\nshrapnel.<\/p>\n
Start right here ALINA STEFANESCU<\/strong> was born in Romania, raised in Alabama, and reared by the ghost of Hannah Arendt. Her poems have been published online at the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature<\/em> and Collective Exile<\/em>. She lives in Tuscaloosa with her partner and three unschooled children.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Alina Stefanescu Start as a seed wind up a splinter not much surreal about taking a tree for its mulch unless you get stuck with subcutaneous consequences. Start as an artist wind up a witness to World War I not … Continue reading
\nwind up there
\nnot much surreal
\nabout moving through
\nspace or time
\nuntil you get stuck
\nbefore a painting
\n“Ceci n\u2019est pas un pipe<\/em>”
\nwith the subcutaneous
\nconsequences, holding up
\nyour splintered palm, saying
\n“This here is not a splinter”
\nknowing only a surrealist
\nmight really see
\nthe nascent tree.<\/p>\n