Sara Deniz Akant

it doesn’t matter when I cross. two seconds and they’re gone. the ferry facing Ulus. the trees that spanked of green. the narrow bags of temples. beyond that – just – these Peri scenes when the human body sweats the skin produce an oil when Peri bodies sweat it does not produce the oil the ropes fall to the pavement their waters slap me still their green glow sweats into the pavement waters slap me still – I could curl among the roses I would make an aqualung we will reach the edge of this walk soon. all lights torn out for fuel. move my fingers in the dark awoke without a start. Peri here – my name is Peri – my name is Perihan