Two Poems / by Christos Kalli

Have To

A Have to

Hanging in the middle

By my unibrow. Have to is my middle name.

Everything I do I Have to do. 

Even that every 21 days I Have to 

Cut my hair makes me Have to be sad. 

                 We are not so different, you and I. 

                 Stop and think, every time I said

That I Have to go, I said I will be back,

And I was back with less of myself and more

Have to. In fact, even now that I breathe,

That we breathe, it’s a Have to. Now that I blink,

That we blink, is another Have to, and if you say

That you don’t Have to, you lie. You. 

                 We are not so different, you and I, 

Which brings me to my point that I am not unique. 

I am sad 

Because my Have to is the same as yours. 

When I see me

In other people’s mirror I always Have to say

It’s not what it looks like.







My voice is in the kitchen

Cooking lava cake and it is

Ready to erupt. Meanwhile,

In the valley, my sight is 


Swimming against the currents

Of the river and hooks  

A fisherman. In the library

My taste is reading well-


Seasoned books of the past.

My sound is out in a suit

And a collar mounting

Firmly to the cheek and it

Is serious about finding


Peace. A bomb charms 

My touch and it is ready

To blow up. My smell is

Watching the landing on


The moon and something’s 

Fishy. Me I am here pressing

Black and white ice cubes

On the back of my tongue.






Christos Kalli, born in Larnaca, Cyprus, is currently studying for his undergraduate degree in English Literature at the University of Glasgow. He is active in the English and American poetry scene, and he is always trying to broaden his network. Recently his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in the London Journal of Fiction, Stoneboat, The Hartskill Review, Sunset Liminal, Prole, Lunar Poetry, among others.