Medusa

  • Dila Toplusoy

My poem, 'Medusa', originally published in La Piccioletta Barca -- an arts journal devoted to the study and exploration of a diverse range of disciplines. I began the day no - the day began me o p e n i n g - closing - o p e n i n g - closing - o p e n i n g - clo - give me those lemons - the l e m o n a d e looks fresher in Greek - λ ε μ ο ν ά δ α that said, I'm not sure if it tasted fresher when my mum got stung in Athens that day it reminds me of the p o k e button on bad old facebook - you know, that kind of stuff: you ask w h y m e the answer is it'snotaboutyou so you go see someone and they - sometimes - say: massaging with butter is all you need to heal the scars ‍at least that's what J e n n y the good old nurse had said sometimes it's that e a s y sometimes it's not sometimes you get poked by the M e d usa sometimes you don't no way to know, but yes - the day will begin you o p e n i n g - closing - o p e n i n g - closing - o p e n i n g - clo -