- 2014
translated by Patricia Barbeito
The mother assumes that the stuff of motherhood
incorporates a measure of saintliness
At the very least, the self –imposed, much desired
isolation of the martyr
An so, a behooves her, she teeters between torture and
ecstasy
By herself she teeters.
Possibly this happens because-well, it's already been
said- she doesn' t love her own body
At 18, the mother is anorexic
Later, she crafts chocolates
She' s disgusted by her bodily fluids
Probably she cannot wrap her mind around this fact:
Things both enter and exit from her body
Even when she relieves herself, she does so in the dark.
(m-otherpoem: mono-logos), Nefeli, Athens, 2014
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