I Stood Outside…

Ana Božičević

after John Wieners

I stood outside love’s doorAfraid of what I’d findA howling rainy voidA thousand clownsThe “It” from the phrase“It’s raining”—The rain soundsLike a bunch of eyelashesRunning around.I tell tiny jokes to myselfIn front of love’s door—I’m afraid I will findNo one there, an empty café—Well that actuallySounds nice.I’d sit down and haveA cappuccino and one cigaretteAnd read those ancientNewspapers back to back.I stand outside love’s doorPraying forA soft landscapeTo walk into,Worn marble staircaseSome kind words, that’s all.Once I held love as a thingAnd then it cameAlive in my hands, itBit, flowed like water...

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Ana Božičević is a poet, translator, teacher, and occasional singer. She grew up in Croatia and now lives in Brooklyn. She is the author of Joy of Missing Out (Birds, LLC, 2017), the Lambda Award-winning Rise in the Fall (Birds, LLC, 2013) and other big and small collections of poems. These poems are from a new book, New Life.

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