Anna Niarakis, Two poems

Sleepless light

Time is an axis convergent
to death, one way with definite direction
So many thousands of years and no one ever
ran it over backwards
No one ever was planted in the womb a second time
a fetus to rest in its bag
lullabied to the heartbeat
of its mother, and unsuspected to come out
to this world again, ready to cry over
but this time more moanful, louder, more certain
for its corruptible body.

***

Hangover

My madness:
lead secured
in the cozy chamber of night.

It will gunfire by accident
my eye-Beretta
filling the sky with Pleiades.

I am shining from within
bleeding from outside
I’m okay.

Grief retaliated
the call
showering me with poems
and morning migraines.

spit the lyrics
but the taste of the poem
remains.

*From the collection “Sunrise over nothing”, Plan B Press, 2018.

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