Back

I never broke my back

But Back back back

I once tried taking a wheelbarrow to

Move memories 

Forward only to see the 

Tire looking flat.

Howz your back?

Back when

In a Frida Kahlo  painting 

Her broken back intact

Unhealing

Not an act for anyone toI enact 

Today my crunched back flies with

The bats

And Rats

Cozy up to gnaw

On nerve endings 

How sweet

In a forest an Alpha leader of a wolf pack

Howls and 

Howls

Nearby fluttering bats squeak

Ultrasound waiting for

Echos to resound back

-No questions asked, if it's your snack.

Today I hear 39 taps

On the dark cold window pane

Dancing taps from white moths

Bouncing off my window

I stretch my neck like a flamingo

Remembering childhood fears of 

Turning off all the lights.

 

Tupperware in Cyprus

 

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• There is no Tupperware in Cyprus

It's not because of a retrovirus

Evidence states

Tupperware parties didn't take

On the island of Cyprus

Where they love to bake

Sheftali - a wrap  of its own 

And legend goes a song too

"Sheftali, sheftali

I love you cause you have no brocoli"

Makarios once said,

"Without Sheftali, I'd be dead and 

we would still be eating fish and chips".

Tupperware parties didn't take on Cyprus

Women's rights perhaps were at stake

And selling a plastic container with a double sealed lid

Could have upset El Sid

You say, the amphora was fine for Afelia,

It's not just memorabilia 

Both men and women used amphoras

Dressed in photogenic agora

Never giving a middle finger to Ankara

"We don't want no fucking Tupperware"

Echoed the Cypriots from 

Famagusta to Paphos

Our Sheftalies, Souvia and Fasolada

Is fresh as any Muslim or Christian may confess

Could all that Polypropylene 

add any dopamine to the Cyprus Scene?

Confess Cyprus, confess!

There is no Tupperware on this island

And you will miss it

Forever SMS.