Comb Seller 19
In the glass, the catkins
have caught a golden shuffle – sure signal
my comb seller has arrived.
This is a matter
of slippers and shutters. As we exchange
on the threshold, I lean
gratefully on this wood
that keeps guard over my indoors body
and wonder if this one
might stay. With him
as Ulysses, nostalgic like a continent,
I had fallen in love
before meeting. I sit
back down, my corset eyelets squint
with catlike laziness.
the teeth emerge from my cascade of hair,
Miruna Fulgeanu is a Romanian-born poet, translator and librarian living in London. She has recently completed an MA in Creative & Life Writing at Goldsmiths. Her work has appeared in Poetry London and amberflora.