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Angeliki Ampelogianni
Eating figs on the bathroom floor
on marble tiles bird like
I am a pin measuring drops in the toilet bowl
disembogued into this locked space
with depressions of earth staring at me
the bathroom keeps the history of my enclosures
fake windows chewing up oxygen
closing as I count eggs like shapes
completely deterged of sinful shells
the fig a bit dry as I bury inside it
a stain like flesh from a gleaming branch
I shut the door counting again the days
Angeliki Ampelogianni is a Greek poet and teacher. Her work appear in Harana Poetry, Porridge Magazine, Lucent Dreaming and Poetry London among others. She was the winner of the Oxford Brookes International Poetry competition 2022 in the EAL category.
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