Real Fiction / Ioana Clara Enescu, translated by Lenuța Bejenaru: Turn on the Light

I follow in your footsteps like a hungry jaguar chasing a buffalo through a swamp. No matter how much the mud in which you sink hides your tracks, I smell you on the thin branch that touched your spine for a moment, shining in the sunset light. You cannot be far away. It hasn’t been so long since we parted. The air still vibrates to the rhythm of your breath. Sometimes I see you floating among …