When your husband goes to war
The first time my neighbor performed a dirge, We did not encircle her. We did not retrieve her golden scarf from the dirt or wipe the cluster of sweat-mixed sand from her arms and legs and hair. We did not leave our washing to help because she did not do any of these things. Rather, she yelled in Ascending ABs, at her children. She yelled when the youngest spilled her morning meal of a bowl of overcooked spaghetti and it crashed in countable strings on the pavement. She yelled when she couldn...
When your husband goes to war
The first time my neighbor performed a dirge, We did not encircle her. We did not retrieve her golden scarf from the dirt or wipe the cluster of sweat-mixed sand from her arms and legs and hair. We did not leave our washing to help because she did not do any of these things. Rather, she yelled in Ascending ABs, at her children. She yelled when the youngest spilled her morning meal of a bowl of overcooked spaghetti and it crashed in countable strings on the pavement. She yelled when she couldn...
I won't cry tomorrow okay?
I cried a lot today. Yesterday, I cried a lot more. And Thursday too. The tears rolled down my cheeks and slipped straight into my keyboard They rolled and rolled until my vision became blurry, So blurry, I couldn’t find the “I” key. I screamed a lot, and jammed the tail end of my blanket into my mouth to reduce the noise There’s just too much to cry about, you know? For one, Happiness; It never chooses me, It never has. But despair? I know it like the scar on my left cheek, The lining on my ...
I won't cry tomorrow okay?
I cried a lot today. Yesterday, I cried a lot more. And Thursday too. The tears rolled down my cheeks and slipped straight into my keyboard They rolled and rolled until my vision became blurry, So blurry, I couldn’t find the “I” key. I screamed a lot, and jammed the tail end of my blanket into my mouth to reduce the noise There’s just too much to cry about, you know? For one, Happiness; It never chooses me, It never has. But despair? I know it like the scar on my left cheek, The lining on my ...
People on a bus
People on a Bus What does it mean? To be a mother of 6 unwholesome children? To sit with arms spread wide on a pointy chair that crawls into your wrapper to your ass? To have a piece of fishbone stuck to the tail of your wrapper? How does it feel? To have lumpy flesh with porous dark skin? To wrap a scarf as high as a skyscraper over your greying hair? To hold silver and gold hoops between your ear lobes? What does it mean? To hold the phone against your good ear? To wave your hands in the ai...
People on a bus
People on a Bus What does it mean? To be a mother of 6 unwholesome children? To sit with arms spread wide on a pointy chair that crawls into your wrapper to your ass? To have a piece of fishbone stuck to the tail of your wrapper? How does it feel? To have lumpy flesh with porous dark skin? To wrap a scarf as high as a skyscraper over your greying hair? To hold silver and gold hoops between your ear lobes? What does it mean? To hold the phone against your good ear? To wave your hands in the ai...
