TE16 Turkish Delight

Jürek and Qan I made him laugh. Before he left. He was going to leave for sure. He had mentioned a tent, men who wore bones in their hair, blood of horses, and stars at the dark sky. He was telling in such a way that I wanted him to go. I thought that I could love him from where I stood. May he be covered in snow up to his neck in winter, and find warmth with me, say my name into the mud. Look at the sea he called Caspian, and remember my neck, my legs elongate. Leave with a smile. Throw the months’ loneliness off from the carbuncle on his belly. Love me without seeing me, love me with his eyes shut. I held him, for these reasons only, and took him to the darkest room of my house. Twirled around his body and up to his ear, naked, and talked there so that he heard me better. I stepped on his feet with my own feet, cold, and found his mouth. Cried his name out at once. “Noah!”

As if an “ah-” or and “Oh!”. Like yah hah huh . Longing, pleasure finding its way through the vein.

May she call Noah her father, a father said from the heart is worth both a life and blood. Father is the seed of all prophets.

Is what’s left from Noah’s ark My father made us a huge tent. Fixed it to the ground from eight corners. First, mother died, I was black as night versus the whiteness of faces. Maybe that’s why I was loved a lot.

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