i can't understand how it became this way,
with every other letter falling to the floor
and the way technology became a means to
all the ends we couldn't cut off of the bread

and while we are clinging to our mother's skirt,
i use my sleeve to wipe the few tears i could
not let settle

i think these things make the room seem bigger when
i remember our grandmother's funeral
and the way her skin was etched into silk,
and i wanted to touch her face just one last time;
i wanted to be there in her curls

i can't understand why i did not do these things,
why i turned around and did not go back, why
i still cry mostly when i am looking in the mirror

we cling to something the moon hasn't allowed us to see
and we think the smell of something burning means we
created a substance finally,
but we created something to be destroyed

and the things under our mother's skirt, under
our grandmother's chin,
are spitting at us and the way we use words to demonstrate
things we should only sing

i wanted to hug everyone before
we all became too big
for it.

01/09/2012

Posted on 01/09/2012
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