Sad owner

Author's name: Ibrahim Aslan

And when you pull it, it dangles at the end of the string from its tiny mouth, still trembling, which you feel in the inch handle and hear as a light, wet hum. Then its delicate, slender silver body calms down and shines in the sun, light and weightless in the open palm, its light, blood-tinged tail twitching. Joseph the Carpenter thought that the stingray was a girl like all girls, and he let the empty bottle roll into the water and wished to write everything down. Yes. Why don’t you write and say? Because you are no longer you? And because the river is no longer the river? And he felt sad as he said, Yes. Because you are no longer you. And your river is not what you see, that which is thrown out like washing water. Refuse now to quench the heart and moisten the saliva with it. You are satisfied with what is in your mouth of the salt of tears, the taste of wine, and thirst