Batia

1.

The silence of the village

Time is elastic if you are in love

Like chewing gum

And the cheeks turn red when you kiss them under the bridge

Or in the churchyard

There is a stream near the grandparents' house

Garbage travels

Rejected parts of the interiors

submissive

Chewed by the teeth of the archived city

Happiness is a white dot in

bed

with foam

Hands knead her in search

The perspective of carelessness

When you listen to the rays of the blasé sun-c**k

The morning overwhelmed by the good light of birds and dogs

Gravel lost in pores

  the wefts

Stray carts with people

Under the glow sipped by the greedy souls in the tall grass

They are nothing but may bugs.

2.

Transparent laundry held by the light with tongs

Rotten gutter

Wooden cot ladder

The woven bird painting in red/white/brown/blue

Looking at me inquisitively before I sleep

Ilinca/ scarf and sweater/ like a monolith in time

We are the people who raised us.