ANTALYA
I’m writing to you in this weather
among buckets of bumble bees
I am trying to write as if
something is happening to you
these leopard skins are not my people
I do not understand your way of turning
an animal curls up in silence
reality cannot be forced
I bought a jacket
everyone kept calling us German
the bar was Russian
the women were Russian
the music was Gypsy
we were both perceiving and it is said
perceiving is complex
the gin and tonics
were expensive but strong