by Ece Apaydin
Ants house. stalls with pain
the melody reviled by the rain
along the street. gobbles up
on the spot the dirty crumbs
of the unfortunate notes
the freshness of a misery news
in the newspaper
let it forbid the hairs also the auburn bitterness
of the fabrics warming the aridity on themselves
I am also stalling with pain long since
causing so many ants to dance on a tambourine
this eases my night
I’m getting undressed
I know deep plum scratches
apple hollows on myself
is this because I have found a small garden or what
I’m learning to play lyre and rose.
I’m not leaving none of a rose
that is not torned and hungry
This eases my night.
ECE APAYDIN
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Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz
Last updated June 12, 2016