Echo
/
a missing piece of our family
gone for so much longer than he was here
just an echo
and my biggest what-if
stone pillows
/
sometimes I pull out
my old map of the world
it’s foreign now, but recognizable
the familiar landscapes are still there
I just can’t visit them anymore
a love song from the early days
/
this cursed body of mine, a walking grave,
a shallow coffin,
now scarred by an indescribable kind
of maternal violence
that i shudder to absorb
a conversation
/
i asked God for a sign --
something to assure me
that her spirit was not shoved
under the ground with her tiny body --