- 2012
translated by Karen Van Dyck
Not me, not my face
not what’s hiding
under my shirt.
I speak up though I know my voice
will drown in the icebox
where frozen animals
hang.
Who cares if it exists or not.
In the racket I raise my hands
to the heavens.
How beautiful the angels are
dead
with their sad eyes watching us.
My sorrow is a woman, Poema, Athens, 2012
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