lend an ear from there, from my belly
like a record, the needle of your hand
put it on my navel
i am squeaky out of catching each other’s eye
my voice flew to pieces while turning
red in my codes burning
hear me, let it be affected in your heart
the big ear
the relations of today with the past cannot be denied
should a stone be dislocated
it falls over today
the balance in its mix gets scattered
just the earth was getting cold
those times consumed me, concave
the mirror
my savor inside me, dried
mint leaves i am, blame me!
getting cold happens to be an erotic formation
somehow
breathes a word, the naked’s skin …
Translated by Mesut Senol