translated by Patricia Barbeito

The mother assumes that the stuff of motherhood
  incorporates a measure of saintliness
At the very least, the self –imposed, much desired
  isolation of the martyr
An so, a behooves her, she teeters between torture and
By herself she teeters.

Possibly this happens because-well, it's already been
  said- she doesn' t love her own body

At 18, the mother is anorexic
Later, she crafts chocolates
She' s disgusted by her bodily fluids
Probably she cannot wrap her mind around this fact:
Things both enter and exit from her body
Even when she relieves herself, she does so in the dark.

  (m-otherpoem: mono-logos), Nefeli, Athens, 2014