My flatmate, the fly

Our Refrigerator
2012

translated by Natalia-Rozalia Avlona

I don't feel loneliness
However, I often give this impression.
In the winter at the country house
I notice the movement of a fly
She walks across my eyes
Grains of dust suspended in the still air,
around her
They travel like visitors
Sometimes with high speed, some other times
slowly
Talking endlessly
For novel theories
Most of them, however, want to invade me
They like the fly's company
Suddenly she chooses one grain
A trace from her old walking
She places it inside a pore of my cerebral
membrane
Examining its entrance
Accept or Reject
A Dangerous game – once you are alive
Often storm is evoked
My flatmate
Has a vivid obsession with these open pores
Contact is almost instant: till I move my
hand.

  Our Refrigerator, To Rodakio editions, Athens, 2012

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