THE EXILE DIARIES
23rd of February
White, swollen moon
like the belly
of the drowned.
Things will be alright,
Manolis said.
Manolis had a good heart.
Manolis
deep in the water
among the blind seaweed.
24th of February
The flashlight glows onto
two broken arms
and you couldn’t tell whether
the broken leg was yours.
It was when we met
under the big wall
each of us straddling
that broken leg that belonged to us.
