it’s a floating world of art and museums
where you can’t read my first language
but can pronounce my name right,
better than most of my countrymen

I had no idea about Leu
and why would someone have
ten denim jackets
to create a 60s vibe, so blue

you’re like the bengaluru sunsets
and things are unusual but beautiful
beautiful, nonetheless

it’s a floating world where I see you
over a screen in a text

with at least a colon with eight parentheses
seventeen back to back notifications
winning over the distances

grumpy thy exclamations
hushing my punctuations

filling up the finger spaces
and
completing
my
sentences.

plutitoare ~ floating in Romanian
prompt: float