Bowels

The abrading of time
2013

translated by Yannis Goumas

 

I’m enjoying my bowels tonight

all organs are in top-notch condition

they slide coordinated like on silk,

and my legs in their place take me

to Thessaloniki by night

I am the mystery, we are

as we stood in the space vertically

apart, our shadows like cypress trees

light temporarily condensed again tonight

our eyes flickered they too disperse

you too disperse 

 

and only night remains

 

     The abrading of time (2013) 

 

 

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