What am I to translate for you today?

Nothing about me, you ask

But how could I leave myself out of myself

And be in the world without being

The way a purple mixture of clay and thoughts

Can dormitate inside a flower vase

Without flowers?

If you turn on the lamp, you keep explaining,

You’d see how shadows vowels chants pirouette

Against the walls

And then you’ll know translating yourself into myself

Is unabridged and surreal.

I think that’s rather a moth, I insist.

How do you say purple in your language?

I say it however I want it and I don’t use capital letters

Only two dots, a breath of fire, and one comma.

 Comma as in polygonia.