by Ece Apaydin
We swallow lilac powders that are served in respect to small microbes
everyone phrases a few words in respect to love
that is placed between the verses like a product such a dare is bearing
nodding with their heads whoever has the turn of compliance
oh those spoken at the gas station at the corner.
Liens street that is not being instructioned enough at midnight
witnesses those with a strange foolishness
two blue cars which the beginning is not maybe but the end is broken
which one should be chosen for the pilgrimage
by closing the pensive clot of the petting
We enter to my mother’s street and watch from distant
her playing with light and wolfhound.
Last updated June 12, 2016