Ozge Gozturk

I Draw a Line

of fire and blood,
of ants running
in horror, a line of broken windows,

locked doors,
of size four school shoes
with shiny bows, a line

of thunder and
lightning falling
into the living room of our so-called home,

a line
of frightened eyes in different colours
and some even have a few strings of hair

falling onto them.
I draw a line in between
my life and yours, seed cold-hearted pine trees,

guilty daffodils,
and water them with your worries.
I draw a line and lose my kidney

while doing it,
and I have to
sleep with the nasty gravedigger

in all the ways he wants.
I draw the line,
in between us, to stop you, father,

from passing,
so, please,
stay behind it, please, don’t–