Isle of dogs
by Christos Polydorou
My bed faces north. I am sure because I can see the isle of dogs from my window every night it blinks. It almost feels like a spiritual activity. Tv does not hold my attention anymore unfortunately. I would rather go through the emotional motions in silence and lay an egg at the end. I write poems so I mean a poem. My solitude has always empowered me. It is like a space I wrap my mind around how people can be two faced and then I can be kinder in the world. I face my bed north to avoid insomnia. Without enough sleep one would go temporarily mad. He is gone now the guy who kept me up all night.