Zivania

Christos Kalli

 
 

Pardon my thirst.

             When I pierce the midnight storm

                         I am more arrow than man
the way the rain          thinning above

is more fangs than water.

Two shadows away,    a stranger
                                          sits in a mist dress

                         lit only by the last burning embers
of his cigarette. He sees me and my thirst
                                                                         and says

you must be after something sinister to be out after dark.

I respond by reaching the street,         knees first.
             My skin,     
                        tooth-marked by night’s bite,
             absorbs whatever little moisture it can

and I beg

             for some thing other than a swallow
       to nest
                                      in this summer-dry sponge

                                                  of a mouth.

With the fire of his cigarette now drowned,
            I see him sucked

                                     by the black

and I, facing upwards,
                                     make a glass
                                                  out of my open lips    

                       and tongue.

With a mouth full,       I finally drink that night.

            I drink it slowly.

 

 
 
 

Bio
Christos Kalli, born in Larnaca, Cyprus, is currently studying for his undergraduate degree in English Literature at the University of Glasgow. His poetry has been recently shortlisted for the Jane Martin Poetry Prize, and his INT. NIGHT was a finalist for the Sutra Press Chapbook Contest. His work can be found or is forthcoming in The American Journal of Poetry, The Adroit Journal, The Los Angeles Review, minnesota review, [PANK], and Barely South Review, among others. He is a Poetry Reader for The Adroit Journal. His website is christoskalli.com.