| 9:34a |
We Are In The World, So Are Words, How Nice, Everyone's Here by Gokcenur C.
1 - The day hisses like an empty tap
2 - There are some gaps in your story, you say, I say the wind awakens
the shawl on your shoulder, is the lace made out of knots or holes?
3 - The shadow of a hawk collides with your shadow. Neither you nor the hawk
are aware of this
4 - By the way I prefer to think of myself as a stool.
5 - I wrote things, that have stories, without telling the story.
6 - We are in the world, so are words, how nice, everyone's here
7 - If you unbraid and comb my hair, dead bees will rain upon us
Translated by Alexandra Buchler and Gokcenur C. |