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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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High Noon in Turkey during Ramadan

 

 

Here, there is no graffiti,

only flat figures of I Love You

 

hand-painted onto walls in red.

Occasionally, a female name, too,

 

contoured by the shape of a heart,

written in the possessive

 

(an m at the end makes it so)

Always my so and so,

 

but never a man’s name,

countered by a woman; love

 

announced to the world this way

through a container of cheap paint,

 

hogging a name, often platonically.

Ayşe’m—

 

A contralto tone, aquiver, resides

even in the voice of the vendor

 

who’s selling

cherry tomatoes, okra, siiiiiiiix

 

lira

per two kilos.

 

Six like yearning lingers, becomes song.

In the summer heat he is fasting hard,

 

is parched,

the paint of Seni Seviyorum

barren on the heedless wall.

                          

                        -Arsevi Seyran