by Ece Apaydin
Bottom text is hot. the poetry is cold along the canal leg from steel
and expected to be born as twin to die as twin. I will jigsaw them all
I will break the plaster and the fire and I will start the conventional spout
I am a side of the sharp since 76. it also has a scabbard. the best is
wandering back the avenue with an annoying baby.
Waiting for the bird milk. going home and to enter between the shower and the mirror
I have learned what a women means
it is always swimmingly. I put on the music a little.
my breezes a bee which is suppressed by the pillow -
maya fragment. I took courage
I granted ethnic love in return
Bottom text is hot. does not want to be read. how a wing you are
marker has opened a wound in the paper and wants its soul to be caressed
I pull the covers hold it within me without breaking
fog layout is like this.
I did not show the eye to eye
lets remember. lets post a letter. oh! Mail hives
I have learned what a men means
I will jigsaw myself. I will spoil (the jigsaw) again
and I will start the conventional spout.
Last updated June 12, 2016