is it the fact that i have been tucked under
my mother's skirt for the last four months
that I have suddenly become really aware
of fabric, tapestry and its potential?
a work in progress.
fracture © 2010. from the compound series.
tucked under her skirt
i am exposed to her flesh
and to the fabric that swings gently from
her hips.
swish, swish, swish.
her body broken and aged, distorted
now in sleep, a permanent sorrow
has taken the place of rest. Nightmares
sound like whines, that God cant reach.
shriek, shriek, shriek
Yet she lays in tormented rest
unshaken; steady in her faith,
comforted without gestures.
A miracle transpired.
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