from So Yes poetry collection “Дека да”

/, Blesok no. 100/from So Yes poetry collection “Дека да”

from So Yes poetry collection “Дека да”

PUT ME IN THE BOX WITH EVERYTHING
YOUR SCENT REMAINS EVEN AFTER YOU’RE GONE
LETTERS FULL WITH SILENCE (while you’re asleep)
A LETTER. FOR YOU.
WRITING
I’LL SLEEP (I love it that the night is a woman)
TWO THINGS, TWICE (when you wake up)
I HAVEN’T TOLD YOU, I THINK…
THE YEARNING STRENGTHENS THE GRIP

I’m writing you letters
from the depth of the night:
the smell of bagels and octanes,
the smell of memories and ice.

I’m writing to you
from the essence of the silence:
I’m slowly sneaking in,
I’m slowly gliding to the edge.

(it’s OK, my dear, everything is OK.)

I’m writing you letters
form the core of the silent
liver: drops of blood and remains
of tears – a whirlpool embracing me.

I’m writing to you as illiterate,
I’m writing to you silently and crunchily,
I’m writing to you dancing and yet bundled,
I’m writing to you so I don’t jump.

(it’s OK, my dream, sleep tight.)

2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments