Mihail Galatanu

Singur in cabina de vot

Singur in cabina de vot
te-am votat de mai multe ori, ca nebunu’.
Am aplicat stampila, ca un descreierat,
pe creierul tau, pe buzele tale,
stralucind umede ca doua sarmale.

Am pus stampila pe fundul tau,
pe cutele pintecului tremurind de placere.

Am introdus buletinele in urna
Si peste tot era numele tau si trupul tau
perfect stampilat

Si urna a luat-o razna de bucurie
a inceput sa zboare fara aripi, sa pluteasca,
sa leviteze de-a dreptul in circumscriptia goala

Ramona Zamfirescu

Alone in the Voting Cabin

Alone in the voting cabin
I voted for you several times, like a lunatic.
I put the stamp on you, like a madcap,
On your forehead, on your lips,
glistening wet like two cabbage rolls.
I put the stamp on your behind,
on the quivering folds of your belly.
I introduced the ballot papers inside the voting urn
and your name and body perfectly stamped
were everywhere.
And the urn went nuts with joy
started flying without wings, floating,
levitating even,in the empty electoral division.