by Ece Apaydin
I had a shimmer corner in the world
to forget three times five sense perception
I rolled my suffering to the apple sitter
who left without seeding
the water
1.
The fragrances are the messengers. Keen and in compliance
wipes out the sense perception that wishes to be idle
things are not always all serene. I abolish
the nest of the flowers - I invented
compassionate traps - the wigs
that will never be mussed up - bone combs - it was its gift
to powder the face of the maquette - a few gifts more -
I don’t remember. The pain gradually raised its threshold
The memory; the prince of the sense perceptions. The nights
that I go down into the town with fogs is the center of mine. A brilliant apple
on the head of the sharp arrow. Tales are remembered La Fontaine !
those are my childhood. My scoot days. Eating from its soul
Parsifal! I liked its boots. The breakage of the stone. Narrating the water -
Long.
2.
Did these grizzled hills
hide this brazenfaced sense perception?
- Nine
months
ten
days.
3.
I am the woman walking in the fur of that panther
alone. upturned. void of information
*the imitation of a gurgle sound
ECE APAYDIN
Last updated June 12, 2016