nanayfanzin

Makeshift kaftan

my oldest memory of this world is

a faint image

a corridor whiter than white 

i remember, oh i remember very well

the touch of cold metal to the skin

there was something different back then

different flavors, different colors, different tastes

looks were different

i walked through the corridor 

i heard a high note, a scream

all of a sudden the world flattened

my name was like an arrow shot knowing that it would not reach its target

it was going to go either here or there

neither here nor there

however me, 

i was already where i belong 

i, voluntarily take out this makeshift kaftan that doesn’t cover my beautiful body

i take it off with my own hands and i walk naked through the gorse

a colorful meadow opens in front of me

a twist in a space where loneliness is lived together 

there, it doesn’t matter who i am

here as well, it doesn’t matter who i am, 

what matters is how i am

real and happy, that´s how i am

illüstrasyon/illustration: virginia elena patrone

yazar hakkında:
çiğdem fidan – bağımsız kültürel araştırmacı ve şair. siyasal bilgiler ve sosyoloji okudu. okumayı, yazmayı, dost meclislerini, kedileri ve doğada vakit geçirmeyi seviyor. halihazırda ekofeminist perspektifle sanatsal ve kültürel üretimler yapan bir takımın parçası.

about the author:
çiğdem fidan – independent cultural researcher and poet. çiğdem studied political science and sociology. çiğdem enjoys reading, writing, gatherings with friends, cats, and spending time in nature. çiğdem is currently part of a team that produces artistic and cultural works from an ecofeminist perspective.