by Ece Apaydin
1.
The truth
the whole truth I carry on my bag -
setting the time of the flight - in the decimation viaduct
being halfway through the life.
I am walking bare foot on the nerve endings
soured mirrors
the reason of the dimples is myorrhexis
it writes so in my parings.
2.
I am one of you.
the one who should be born
somewhere else at an other time. I amuse myself
and I do not complain about the truth
as long as I play with mud
I do not complain about bees and dimples
I do not complain about God
I am baked in the sun.
3.
No preservatives. the words are rotting
goods are always rebelling like this. a fluffy scenery
the pier of toy that is covering the sea. the last
Pelican. it is an ink brand
its the cove of the aerated concrete birds
in the pneumatic cushions
che and cuba are in an infinite turbulance.flying. what. a word
I would rather die it is proper !
4.
I do not complain about bees and dimples
I do not complain about God
I am baked in the sun.
ECE APAYDIN
(Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz)
Last updated June 12, 2016