Ioana Cătinean’s Reviews > Call Us What We Carry > Status Update

“The poet's diagnosis is that what we have lived Has already warped itself into a fever dream,
The contours of its shape stripped from the murky mind.”

“What are we, if not what we see in another.”

“Just like seeds in a fresh-plowed field.
When we dream, we act only with instinct.
We might not be fully sure of all that we are. & yet we have endured all that we were.”