it doesn't matter when I cross.
two seconds and they're gone.
the ferry facing Ulus. the trees
that spanked of green. the narrow
bags of temples. beyond that -
just - these Peri scenes
when the human body sweats
the skin produce an oil
when Peri bodies sweat
it does not produce the oil
the ropes fall to the pavement
their waters slap me still
their green glow sweats
into the pavement waters
slap me still -
I could curl among the roses
I would make an aqualung
we will reach the edge of this walk soon.
all lights torn out for fuel.
move my fingers in the dark
awoke without a start.
Peri here - my name is Peri -
my name is Perihan
Perihan by Sara Deniz Akant | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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