goose eggs on paper
& it is midnight in the pass
I walk with a ghost
white-shelled, spittle dreams
those are the blood diamonds
it never managed to pick up.
I love him, but
these alleyway sharks do not.
They leer in the corner
of cake shop dreams,
bitter as the cocoa picked bone-dry
with the limbs of seafaring escapists
fleeing sword graveyards,
only to renter newly forgotten afterlives
Cover Photo by Şeyda Hacıhasanoğlu.