October 26th, 2012
The movie he touches the dead: LUNACY feels with tighter limbs, and all the more, he asked me what was wrong.
Just hanging by the bed thread, he looks like I never will; he tailors his innocence like a fat child on the playground; he takes his hand for all years and makes a choking motion towards air.
I wipe the disaster away from my eyes, and cry them clean them dry.
I don’t know the thing that is about to happen, nor that the ultrasound be stitched and lovingly tucked back into the flap and fold of my mother.