more rough drafts from Ankara

(24th March 2010)


gule gule gule
evet evet evet

I’m glued
I’m glued to your
curly wurly

yr gay
late night in Kizilay

the _______ is a body
of a lover we have
never loved

there is space
there are cells
there is space

there are patterns
there are many birds

oh my freckled arms
oh my nerve fibres

how spring comes
charming and funny
the Nikes are golden green