a promise, a sign

for poetry

tall for a Turk

later on


plexiglass panels

thought he saw

intense, almost instinctive dread


the empty windows

everything there was to know

baring tins of sunflower oil

tea and medicine

the high price of a glass of tea


as if

two hard whacks

no one in Turkey

at least one woman


‘for the same reason’

far more cunning and sly than he

indeed, any story

with a mother-of-pearl handle


her long, purple raincoat

every star has a friend