A Prose Poem by Alina Stefanescu
When You Send an Email Asking for Money to Support That Mission Bringing Jesus to Romania I was born in a land wiped clean from the maps, a place you associate with AIDS-stricken orphans, tucked into Balkans, needing your bibles. Idiots needing salvation. Peasants needing administrations of missionary impulse. Come clear-cut this culture. Plant a flag. [...]