Alina Stefanescu

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Alina Stefanescu

My Heart Like That Dress I Lost

Grey silk gown
entering an evening.

Once I wore you
to dinner with myself.

The pious silk of
your skin folded

between fingers, the
stranger pouring

any wine you wanted,
the fan blessing air

through a room after
copulation. We felt

everything choired,
partnered, twined.

That night we slept
on a beach.That dawn

we woke up alone
and in love with

the sun’s scalded lips
opening then closing,

opening then closing
like blunt aubades

over us. I said one
aperture was enough.

Alina Stefanescu reads “My Heart Like That Dress I Lost”

Alina Stefanescu was born in Romania and lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her partner and several intense mammals. Her creative nonfiction chapbook, Ribald, was published by Bull City Press in Nov. 2020. Her poetry collection, dor, won the Wandering Aengus Press Prize and is forthcoming in July 2021. Alina’s writing can be found in Prairie Schooner, North American Review, FLOCK, Southern Humanities Review, Crab Creek Review, Virga, and others. She is currently working on an essay collection in dialogue with ghosts. More online at