Life and death
both in front of me
In an instant I can see through
I can see your mother
and your father
So much joy they must have had
the day that you entered the world
How much things have changed.
You are gone.
You are now only two pieces
of paper documenting your entrance into
and exit from
But of course you still remain.
You are still chaos, now spread
across the state
Sitting deep in the cracks of the earth
Bits of you in our houses
Traces of your face in ours
Your image still remaining between our synapses
You are still material here.
You are an endless, vast sea of things
Crammed all the way in, stuffed to the top
to keep finding more things
that don’t fit together
You are my mother’s downfall.
You are the enigma she couldn’t comprehend.
Your gossamer strings seemed so trivial
until she had to wrestle all of them
Until they constricted her mind
Until she became you, now evolved.
These things are you
and she is you
and I am her
I am eternally altered by
the day I found out she would be in for two years
and the day that I followed a yellow line
through a gate
escorted by officers
to a big glass wall and a telephone
I couldn’t comprehend how
the people on the phone beside us
were smiling the whole time.
What would you think of her now?
I’ve been lifting her up
for so long now
but my tired arms
What would you think of me?
Since the day they told me about you
ae have both been spinning
but I have learned how to see through