Do It! Poem by Atef Ayadi

I am throwing words into a stream, a
watery soup, with some salty dots, some
hot chilly commas, some leaves of question marks and a spoon of winy exclamation points, and some french vocabulary like ' je ne sais pas quoi? '
ce qui n'est pas marron, les gaulois sont devenu marron et moin bleu que les jaunes.
i mean you can add your own noodles.
or add a stamp, sand it or sent it as a postcard to your grizzly
or grizzleez.
it works.
the sum and the memory of all this soup thing,
is i have a need to off-grid and off for an extended
period. and alone. you know what i mean? ? !