Yasrab
(In the memory of a daughter buried alive in Pre-Islamic times.)
O! Father where are we going to? Bazaar!
What will you buy for me?
Doll, toys...
Anna Kokot
BODY CONFESSION
Don’t look at me
Your blind eyes
You can’t see
my human’s shape
You can’t touch me
so deep
as you want
every night, every day
without using hands
without using...