by Christos Polydorou

I’ve never seen you look
so pale. Are you shaking? You
seem unwell. Come into my arms. You
have a temperature. You seem to be
however expanding,
and exploding. Actually, I had ordered
Mr. Incredible, not The Incredible
Hulk. Some wounds you can
only heal by yourself
and there is nothing any
body else can help you.
We all have such wounds.
We all bare them, flamboyantly.
We all burn cities, with the light, of our