PLIANT DEMANDS

	by Ani Boghossian


	Bark one
		Bark two
			 Bark three

	Darting dots in silent sentences of the night
	Like darker mulberries
	On the mulberry tree of Nalbandyan 7, 2:40 am.
	Alas
	All this air can do
	Is stare in silence...
	Its eyes touch so softly
	That my mind obeys
	And lays itself down
	On a constant stream of dreams...
	Bark one
		Bark two
			Bark three
	You know?
	There are
	Buried deep
	Twisted, gnarled, soggy
	Roots of angels
	Who have chosen to become trees
	And make Oxygen
	Yet not prudence...
	Silence and insanity, friend
	Are born when we come detached
	And attached again
	And again
	In us, through us, towards
	Nowhere else but
	Predictability
	Simple and charming:
	And it is predictable, Father
	That during nights I write
	Instead of sleeping
	And slipping into hymns
	So that insanity would remain
	Subconscious 
	And quiet
	Like the mulberry night tree
	On Nalbandyan 7, 2:50 AM.
	Bark one
		 Bark two
			 Bark three
	Mother knows, dark mulberry stains
	White hands
		  white clothes
			    white souls
	And ruin the perfectness
	With threats to make it better,
	Sevak says
	That light shines from our windows at night
	As messages to the universe...
	Tonight, I am writing a novel
	For the galaxies to scan
	Destroying any chance to save
	This little blue dead dwarf
	We call home
	The absence of which infinities won't notice...
	Please notice that we are
	Ignored
	Yet blessed...
	Ignored
	Therefore blessed...
	Bark one.
	Silence.


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Ani Boghossian was born in Echmiadzin back in cold, dark 1989. She
still lives in Echmiadzin, yet went to school in Yerevan ("Aghasi
Ayvazyan" Varjaran), She is now in her last year studying
International Relations at Yerevan State University. She has a blog in
Wordpress (nurpages.wordpress.com). She has also created a site for
her artist aunt (lusart.webs.com). She writes in English and in
Armenian and draws and paints as well.