Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
This cursed overcoat was my undoing; I surrendered soon
as they gave it to me; however what else could I do? I had
to climb the Himalayas, my mother and the decapitated
John were waiting for me; we sat close to the fire, it was
snowing Christmas back then when I was a child…Yet,
I’m still mortal and I have to get off in the next bus stop.
For this, I tell you, if you see a poor man in the street
don’t talk to him, perhaps he’s just returning now.
Manolis Aligizakis 