Little Time, and: The Song in My Eye Alina Stefanescu (bio) Little Time We must go for a walkin the freshly-washedworld, he says. We must venture intothe thicket with cactiin our open corneas. There is so much to see,little time. Little time, trickling from an eave.Little time, dropping from leaves,falling, collecting, becomingserious puddles forpaper boats to cross. We must build a paper-boatin the freshly-puddledworld, he says. We must write our secretnames on the hull. Little boat, braving the wavescapes.Little time, before water softens paper. Was it earlier, a newsman reporteda young mother's body washedto shore during the storms. I imagined her shoes,little boats. [End Page 23] The newsman spoke to us.He said: And now, way aheadof time, she was gone. [End Page 24] The Song in My Eye after Ilya Kaminsky A girl cannot live without her shadow. I learn this in Romania from a peasantwho refused to walk past a new housebeing constructed, or declined to standclose enough to the house for the sunto throw his silhouette upon it. This is how shadows get stolen.They are built into something else I am so afraid of losing,being lost. There is a vampire in my left eye,the one that is lighter,hazel with yellow crumbs. The sun conspires against me.I tell my mom one eye is ruined,one eye is not real, one part is muttor half-mutant, one view is a liar. She bends, puts her knees on thecarpet to check, says it looks fine. Says the eye is entire andeverything is fine andthe word for this is lonely. My mom sings a song that uses herhands to show me: [End Page 25] this is the church and this is the steeple now open the door you'll find ourpeople [End Page 26] Alina Stefanescu Alina Stefanescu was born in Bucharest, Romania and currently lives in Birmingham, Alabama. Her most recent books include RIBALD (Bull City Press, Nov. 2020), and a poetry collection, DOR (forthcoming July 2021) which won the Wandering Aengus Book Award this year. www.alinastefanescuwriter.com Copyright © 2021 Pleiades and Pleiades Press