Treasure Island

Atef Ayadi

Only Eileen

Only Eileen
Dares to tell me
How much I weight
... My self-worth
In pounds,
And In pennies;
In the black market,
In EBay,
Wall Street,
Antic shops,
And in cheap and cheek,

Only Eileen
Who I am,
What type of guts I have,
What type of breathing habits I have,
What type of joke I have,
What type of joke I am.
She told me
All of that
So I will not have sunburn
And be immune to the cold feeling attacks.

She told me all
With a closed mouth;
With retreated eyes
What I heard
Is what I am bitterly
Trying to grasp
And see.

Only Eileen
With her unspoken language,
And soft night
Soft dress
Dares to face me
And let me look down
Into my barrel’s bottom.
My own real deep sea.

Only Eileen
Dares to stare at me
… With an eternal glance
From the bottom-up
And give me
My forgotten maps
In order to explore
And others

Only Eileen …
Can tell...
What type of cement,
Plaster And concrete
I may need …
To build my mind,
my veins,
my heart,
my skin
My shell,
My... self,
... My house …
The one that fell down.

Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, January 02, 2007

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