Plasma
BY ARI BANIAS
I show up with my convincing accent and a middle-school vocabulary
my love of the sea, the sun, terraced hillsides, olive trees, the motorbike’s tilt, luminous hunks of watermelon on a white plate, the same things tourists
imagine make them special
not precluding a quickly built hotel
a sewage treatment plant 2 km east of the popular beach
and I mean, you have to burn the garbage somewhere
with my haphazard grammar sprung from the refusal
to gender myself in a language
in which the requirement for being a person, for speaking –
we aren’t precious about the sea when we stop to bathe on the return trip from Vathy
we aren’t perfunctory either
we pull off at a small – you could call it a beach – you would never notice
in one gesture you peel and fling your shirt
right next to the ring road
diagonal waves, minimal plastic
smooth dark stones huge as loaves of bread
walking on them stretches your foot soles
if unaccustomed it can hurt a bit
a gender neutral word for living creature is “plasma”
plasmata can do what people can’t
a friend tells me
you have to shoo cats from the fish restaurant if you want to eat in peace
if you give them even one scrap
they don’t leave you alone
Parallelogram
BY ARI BANIAS
it is easy to use a word
like ‘breathtaking’
to describe the idea
but not the feeling
of water you don’t touch
you stand on a bluff
watching cargo ships slide on it
in mid-size port towns with no tourists
starving cats see it sparkling like this
from the other side of his life it sparkles
next to the cement plant next to the waste processing facility
four kilometers away a chain of cafes and an ouzeri
with narrow cane-bottomed chairs that hurt your ass overlook it
on windy days the whitecaps resemble distant sheep
from the yard it’s new each time she sees it
a phrase at the tip of her mind she meant to say, did she already say
like little sheep? but today it sparkles
until conditions change it sparkles like this
officials don’t mention it
when they cite the bounds of territorial waters
to prohibit rescue boats from docking
in their personal libraries
some of the poetry describes it catching light
it is easy to imagine
using certain phrases
avoiding others
to deflect what doesn’t sparkle like this
it is easy
to imagine one such poem recited at a future occasion
in honor of an influential donor
or a dead politician
where you can be sure
from most angles the water will