Danae Sioziou - ROOT

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