Sometimes
You don’t know
how warm it gets
inside the cage
between the ribs,
frantic heatwaves.
Not spreading around
and not escaping out
no shining,
but just burning.
The lust, the pain
you don’t know to which root
these branches belong to,
can’t trace down,
hanging in space
İ don’t know what it means to get emotional.
İ don’t know why I get so emotional.
I don’t know if I feel too much
İf I go through more intensely
İf so, why so?
And if so,
to think it through,
of how to go through
and what I can do
with the stamina,
tame -ambitious
I would like to know.
Which feeling I am going through
what is this, that makes
my heart wave
Float
Blind sail
I would like to know
What it means
To feel this way
To comprehend
The companion.
In my cold bed
– Burcu Bakac
Earthlings Magazine 