The Tower Journal

Alina Stefanascu



oh lacrimosa

for Jose

The little girl of me
often drove barefoot

deep inside neighboring
woods. Shame over tears

trumped being-alone fears.
You call the big girl of me

your little lacrimosa run wild,
composting leaves underfoot.

From each sob sprouts a sapling.
Tell me tell me tell me please
tell me you love the trees.



Copyright © 2015 Alina Stefanascu


Alina Stefanescu was born in Romania, raised in Alabama, and reared by the ghost of Hannah Arendt. She lives in Tuscaloosa with her partner and three small people. Her syllables are forthcoming in diverse publications including Rivet, Lockjaw, Kindred, and PoemMemoirStory. Currently, she is finishing a novel about totalitarianism, the haunted mind, and the grotesque interstices of modern marriage. Among her pivotal accomplishments remains the moment when her second grade teacher told Alina's parents that she had "potential". More online at http://alina_stefanescu.typepad.com/writing/.

The Tower Journal
Spring/Summer 2015