POEM BY KATERINA ANGHELAKI ROOKE
I DRINK AND I SWALLOW
How would my life be now
with all the black events around
and I’m afraid like a little animal
that shivers during the bear-night
I tremble that behind the clouds
everything has been decided
how would my life be
without the heavenly drink I swallow
without this watering
that makes wild of my deficiencies
and lightens the weight of the day
the unbearable weight of the night
without having under the tongue
the snuggling dream
that becomes fluid body
which I taste in each gulp
although I never forget
to count drop by drop
the emptiness that becomes lake inside me?
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