Neşûştî / Unwashed
unbutton my spine
towards the
shitty full sounds
of istanbul
throw my discs
at the drunkard
as the imam punctures
our howls into the
mosque
lucid green walls
may he hang us
let us be examples
is there anyone who
loves like us?
let him hang them too
minarets of wails rise
above our heads
dates cobweb inside us
act of self sabotage
this is proof
we too saw the Sun
of your mouth
make atheists
my curls at your toes
sprouting kisses to your knees
exile means more than me
more than immeasurable
you wanting to come to me
of me coming to you
Rojbîn Arjen Yiğit is a Kurdish writer and medical student. She writes on language, exile and womanhood. She’s performed poetry for Blackbox. She was part of The Writing Room 2022. Her poetry appears in the anthology Lessons In Gravity @rojbinarjen. More here: https://linktr.ee/rojbinarjenyigit