Friday, October 26, 2012

100 Words a Day v.2

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.