Note for the Female Waiting in a Plastic Surgeon’s Office

I know your divorce
was difficult.

Don’t worry
about moving on
or being unfaithful
to some photo past.

Stop fantasizing
the coming edition,
your cut-and-paste
reinvention,
the next person
you plan to become
being a single dream
on the horizon.

Instead, consider
how close the violence
of killing a lived self,
how we wield knives
to excise our way into
aching. A present
perfect tense.

Don’t do it.
Move forward
flawed.

Alina Stefanescu was born in Romania, raised in Alabama, and reared by the love-ghost of Tom Waits and Hannah Arendt. Her homeland is a speculative fiction. Currently, she lives in Tuscaloosa with her partner and and three children who don’t believe she was a finalist in the Black Warrior Review’s Poetry Contest or Fiction Southeast Editors’ Prize this year. Her syllables are forthcoming in Tower Journal, Cider Press Review, Lockjaw, PMS poemmemoirstory, and Kindred, among others. More online at http://alina_stefanescu.typepad.com/writing.

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