TOGETHERALONERS

poems

first edition December 2024

THRACA editions

‘’Instead of closed relationships

we will close sorrows

Breasts mountains around us

we’ll catch them

with our mouths

for however long

We’ll be dancing naked on top of them

we’ll step there opened up

our hands open

alone and together

Togetheraloners

a special race of women

they smell the truth

that is to cry eating sweets in the middle of the city

in the middle of the field the precipice the naked arm the taverna’’*

Against the backdrop of the urban landscape, Togetheraloners struggle to survive and to find balance between the struggle to make it through the month, the need for togetherness, and certain inherited voids that seem impossible to ever close.

*translation by paparouna