translated by Jack Hirschman and Aggelos Sakis

 

I died two times, the first
as a man, the second as a woman.
Sunday staggering steps
in alleyways around Liosion street.
A body you sustain
with drugs before it becomes
irretrievably wasted, a body
soul of drugs, sex
and rembetika,
in which the wind blows in from everywhere
and is pulled and flies
a multicolored balloon,
a piece of candy of an unspent adolescence,
still,---gimme.
Gimme more drugs
so I can walk with the crowd.
So I can become a kid
together with your kids.

 

     Food Line, Forepaw Press, San Fransisco, U.S.A, 2014