POEM BY NANOS VALAORITIS
I’M TIRED OF LOVING YOU
I want them to auction me
I want them to put me in jail
I want to be like Sunday
when all of us eat a sweet
I want to become a goldsmith
to cover you in gold dust
I want us to go to America
to meet with Mr. Croesus
I want to travel to India
to get burnt into a deathly pyre
chanting a Buddhist sutra
to throw my bones into the Ganges
I want to travel up the Amazon
against the current — to be eaten
by a flesh eating tropical plant
chanting a magical chant
I want to look deep into your eyes
to beg you to stop
and to be bathed for the second time
in the Niagara waterfall
I want to compete with the shadow
that always follows you
I want to sail with white sails
to Europe with the unions
I want to ascend to heaven
not to think of you ever again
to sit next to the Archangel
and we both read cheap romance magazines
Manolis 