Ι am a body out of cells. My

heart is paper thin, like

feather wings. My mind

is a garden, with purple,

freckled cauliflowers and

sometimes, they produce

such moisture that my

my heart skips& my legs hiss:

Stop it —emasculated.

•

been my thoughts for too long

been a sea not swimmed. I try

count but I become

a baby; learning

how to count, learning the

alphabet, learning too

how we call a gardener in greek:

Κηπουρός

like my grandad, my uncle&

maybe my aunt.

Ι am a body out of cells with

a paper thin heart and i gotta

cultivate my purple

cauliflowers

better.