by Ece Apaydin
A life can take away how much of me. as long as
I kept my shoulders awake - the flow of the silk
stoned -
Window of the woman. Preservatory
it was opened for a parallel sin
the madness that is breeding
from the rustle of the skin
was scratched its own yeanling night to the target
It was the flow of the request we blurred back
such as changing spear and mouth at the first step
within codreaming and with the shame of retreating
ignoring a churn of milk that it was emptied
with their straws we said
we do not know this eternity
we do not know the white flag that is pendulous
from the observatory's window
And we have gone like nothing has happened
filled in the
silk clothes.
ECE APAYDIN
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Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz
Last updated June 12, 2016