story

I said:

I am a girl who knows nothing about cooking, sewing and love

I am a girl whose mother says right is on the right and wrong on the left

I am a girl who listens to a song that says the circle only has one side…

He answered:

I will teach you all that

I will tell where rights and wrongs at

I will be the one to put in my circle and hold your hand…

I try to seize the moment when the hot water in the tub is getting cold every minute

As a child, I even tried to enjoy the warmth before the pee got cold on wet pants

We wait for the food to get warm, the winter to turn to summer,

our distant fathers to close friends, ordinary men to hot men…

We have to get used to the unused bed and warm it up with the incandescent fluid that ignites the veins

And while some say that the end of the world will either be of the cold or the hot, 

we keep on waiting in the exchange of the two binaries

so let it be the flickering flames to bring us the end instead of the numbing iciness

cause we like it hot and never want to fade..

I Was Reading a Scientific Article

They have photographed the brain

and here is the picture, it is full of

branches as I always suspected,

each time you arrive the electricity

of seeing you is a huge

tree lumbering through my skull, the roots of waving.

It is an earth, its fibres wrap

things burried, your forgotten words

are graved in my head, an intricate

red blue and pink prehensile chemistry

veined like a leaf

network, or is it a seascape

with corals and shining tentacles.

I touch you, I am created in you

somewhere as a complex

filament of light

You rest on me and my shoulder holds

your heavy unbelievable

skull, crowded with radiant

suns, a new planet, the people

submerged in you, a lost civilization

I can never excavate:

my hands trace the contours of a total

universe, its different

colours, flowers, its undiscovered

animals, violent or serene

its other air

its claws

its paradise rivers

                                                                     Margaret Atwood