by Ece Apaydin
1.
I get along well nowadays with technical words
Duplicate. Diapositive. Instantaneous
I am sending trees to birthdays
that I take with viewfinder words
by tinkling the luck of the glass bird
kelvin or a ridgeway my whole ascends
anyway
2.
I’m scraping off my hair my eyes shut
Pull me out of life while waiting like this
3.
The Background
Grain
(Life is made of houses with red caps, here is the belly of the wolf, dark rooms, the hearth is a devil kite, planet national, latched to pain)
4.
Then melted inside of me there is no technical equivalent for this
my memory was crystal that is being cult in my hands
the fragile death
5.
A burnt table in the room. as I stand like this
I am burdening a huge loneliness
I can not get out more sorrowful from life
ECE APAYDIN
Last updated June 12, 2016