Émigré
I balanced my life with a knife
sharpened by the sun
and smoothened
by Sirocco
I divided myself into two
left half to guard
the statues and
all the gleaming sea
the other half, I tenderly placed
in the suitcase with
four pairs of underwear and
my undeciphered dream.
With hands still fragrant
in the pumice rock of Santorini,
in Theodorakis’ songs,
with my wine glass half full
I chose to live in two places
yet since this was impossible
I severed myself
from myself and
for the benefit of a full stomach
I kept the betrayed sunset
and the disheartening nostalgia.
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