Unhinge the photographs <br />we licked as <br />children <br />tongues in Sarishvili <br />unhinge <br />the dead foxes in photographs <br />kids <br />that talk Swahili and eat jam. <br />Jam and Persian ponies- <br /> If I tell you there's no traffic <br />jam at 4 am in Skopje or no jam in jars, hot suns and super-novas <br />Will you eat <br />Me up? <br />Like air- <br />Unhinge paper clips or just an eye-lash <br />and indigo photographs of Romania <br />In 1963 <br />If I tell you there's no earth- <br />quakes, <br />Unhinge Vlach alphabet, breaths caught on cameras <br />I the darkroom- <br />when we licked <br /> our photographs of <br />world chimeras and natural- <br />yes, natural disas- <br />ters. <br />Unhinge. <br />Lips and nasty <br />weathers, rain outlets and <br />rusty sonatas- <br />Unlock your hair <br />to <br />me. <br />Unlock your hair <br />to <br />me. <br />In one of the mosques in Sarajevo <br />the cats talk Sanskrit- <br />Unhinge, <br />not us in the darkroom licking indigo languages <br />and scrambled worlds, <br />but <br />the sparrows <br />from <br />the <br />sycamore <br />branches. <br />Even <br />they are <br />sick, <br />we <br />don't <br />speak <br />our <br />language- <br />s.<br /><br />Afrodita Nikolova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unhinge/
