Kiffisos

Gelem, gelem, lungone dromensa Maladilem bakhtale Romensa

(I went, I went on long roads, I met happy Roma).

I can’t take my mind off of her,

She’s put a spell on me,

I have fallen, fallen hard for her,

For her trite siren song, her dark gypsy eyes,

Her senior unibrow,

Her pink newsboy cap bearing mythical news,

This disciple of Dolos, that burnt Hindi accent,

How could I, how could I, fall so hard for Thelxiope.

How “I” the rational, smart, clever, bright, level headed person

Fall for here nomadic spells.

Madam give me paper money, to make this torn tissue paper whole again- banish the jealousy, vanish the obstacles.  You will prosper and good luck will be yours.  I see darkness around you.

My hypnotized fingers reach in my tote bag and out comes my wallet; she starts looking more and more like Jeff Goldblum in the “Fly”

What do you have in their nice lady, no, no, no, coins, no coins, paper money, yes.

It’s all I have, I open my wallet and her slinky tongue unzips me.

Nice lady, my lady full of love, you so kind, I see your pure soul, you are a good person, you are always helping others you and now I will help you, you are unique, special - I pass her the ten euros and she folds it four times and then my rationality unfolds two-fold.

It’s the two jealous women that are keeping you from good fortune. I start to feel the burn on my forehead as the letter “L” is branded to identify me now, my intestines start to rattle.

Two women, two to be exact are jealous and put a curse on you, you are a good person, I SEE YOU, YOU ARE GOOD PERSON, LADY- she sees me, I’m good, pure, finally someone can tell, can see me, truth at first sight.

I have been working so hard to be good, a better human, I’m trying to find myself, I am building character, courage, I’m in therapy, doing the work, Thelxiope you see me, she can tell, she can protect me, the evil eyes will never look upon me, she promises me freedom from my Greek tragedy. I’m hers, she knows, she knows.

Once the tissue becomes whole again, the spell of my history will be broken- POOF!  Oh gods, relief! Oh Ayn Rand bring me rationality!

But I do see you Thelxiope, roma-con of the terminal

You are scared she says, I’m not scared my lady, I’m pissed.

She is just a housefly.

Bonnie Mousis