(24th March 2010)
Kizilay
gule gule gule
evet evet evet
I’m glued
I’m glued to your
curly wurly
yr gay
dancing
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