Paper boat,
you sayz.
To hold the weight of waterz
airz and unknownz sparkly thingz,
like canz, ringz, birdz and grandpa'z gun.
Me suitcase is ready wizz
a piece of a dense cloud
hair spray and night-iz
and some pair of daily daggers too.
for in case of hunting. fishez. them look sou less
Problem iz, we're too heavy for-
you catchez me mouth and sayz it must be you wrist watch
and us take it out.
we goez up North wizz a paper
boat bigger an' bigger forests made it.
the clutch of me hand is of one fruitz, dark oily ink suburb of rose nettly
plum me savez for dis big stomach
wizz a little mouth inside. we knowz not how long 'coz--
we only listenz to whalez in dark or knowz its kickz in morningz,
but time stayz on shorez.
Afrodita Nikolova
Home country: Macedonia
(temporarily living in England)
afrodita.nicol@gmail.com
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