If you won’t eat anymore how will I show you love? If you won’t speak how could I fathom? If you weren’t here anymore how will I substantiate loving you? No, it’s never the same cliche The living do not
As A Work In Progress for Mini
Even though I did not birth you I have held you and, I’ll always hope,at times carried you Even thoughsome may sayEven though it’s complicated Even th(r)ough, so very many things, We could not grasp Nor understand I first met
From “Igifu” by Scholastique Mukasonga
“…the sun triumphed over the dawn and lit the old trees”
Thurs, 9/5, at work
I am a house maybe two or three stories tall The way I feel sadis a cat in the windowpassively looking outsometimes licking its paws Every once in a while The cat grows enormous Too big to fit in the
The Resourcefulness of Ants
I am not runned down No, I am not ragged Certainly I have been at seaYes, I could be foundat any given timeWiggling out my whole life at the bottom of all the interchangeably deep, long, & unfathomable valley in