NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 91

with the tea TRANSLATED FROM TURKISH BY MESUT SENOL i merged onto the street and i am now an uprooted bud the side way a bit, a bit of a sprout a little bit rabbit blood with my subsided yearnings, and a bit in love oh mom come and swathe my large shoots, round me up and fold me with home brew me with your song on the glass, decorate me with basil sugar and stir me with your hand, and have me drink home mom i went out to the street, my chilled petal and my skin feel fatigued i am a bit of a void caused by retreated longings, too many partings i am a bit of the roof, a bit under the eaves , a broken-down bud just as 89 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE oh mom come and shake off my dust, fold me up and hold me on your bosom bring me up again with your letters and lullaby, put me to sleep for three days and three nights put me on life under your very eyes just cover me with a thick interior of a home BRN-FALL-2013.indb 89 9/13/13 12:48 AM