He frequently envisions a house up in the air
as a relaxing exercise
“Hold my head,” he implores me,
“you have to hold my head and press it.”
I assure him that there’s no
problem with the head.
In reality I imagine it open,
my finger exploring inside it, a microscope instead of an eye.
We envision a house up in the air.
We are now in the deep
there something is burning.
Translated from the Greek by Panagiotis Gavriiloglou