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To The Girl Who Looks A Little Lost

Poem by Margaryta Golovchenko // Photograph by Toni Antonia

Poem by Margaryta Golovchenko // Photograph by Toni Antonia


Think bigger


and see champagne bubbles as tiny

envelopes that burst with everything the outer world

has kept inside to this point.

The Pinot grapes have known this from the vine

as every night the sun bows its way down

so the moon could curtsy up.

Think glass


and chemistry, the frosted glass of Venice

once more than the taffeta with some name attached

(to your left).

Think of now-solved mysteries

where once there was a god to explain how a clear solid

could be not-ice.

Think names and alphabets,


how few are known. Think ease with which

the cursive of a label becomes foreign

as night goes by. When offered to be translated think twice,

do not hesitate to be your own expert.

Margaryta Golovchenko

A poet and sometimes-artist, as well as the editor of two literary journals, Margaryta has probably heard every joke in the book about her name. She is an avid tea drinker who speaks three languages and is certain she was a hedgehog in her past life. She can be found sharing her (mis)adventures on Twitter @Margaryta505.

Toni Antonia

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