i merged onto the street and i am now an uprooted bud
the side way a bit, a bit of a sprout
a little bit rabbit blood with my subsided yearnings, and a bit
in love
oh mom come and swathe my large shoots, round me up and fold me with home
brew me with your song on the glass, decorate me with basil
sugar and stir me with your hand, and have me drink home mom
i went out to the street, my chilled petal and my skin feel fatigued
i am a bit of a void caused by retreated longings, too many partings
i am a bit of the roof, a bit under the eaves , a broken-down bud
just as
oh mom come and shake off my dust, fold me up and hold me on your bosom
bring me up again with your letters and lullaby, put me to sleep for three days and three nights
put me on life under your very eyes
just cover me with a thick interior of a home
Yasakmeyve, Issue 45, July-August 2010
Translated by Mesut Senol