for Ebru


You say

            ‘every noun is a gift as long as it trails its hollows’

So we swallow the day’s nouns:

            Melbourne      Istanbul      Salonico      Ayvalık

            Bazaar      Cat-eye      Soap      Pajamas
                                    We become the evening

                                    one by one

                        we become the blank thing

            You say

            ‘nothingness speeds the mutation

            invisible blossom      seductive scent’

                                                                            we become nothingness

                                                                            we become the blossom that seduces
And just then we return into our child body

we are sitting still just so

                                                            to bless our sisterhood?

whilst night blue distills the fear and mystery in the air

and right when our mum was about to press the shutter button

                                                                                                      you and I

                                    our delicate souls are reborn growing up again

we recognise the house we are in again:

                                                            the windows      the carpet

                                                                                                          plastic roses

                                                            the door that imprisons to the outside
            We don’t have a secret remaining

            so we no longer wait to grow up
            breathing through many a body

            we sisters      each other’s witnesses

                  you and I

            while this memory shades off so do we

                                                                                      we laugh

                                                                                      we hope.