Ironing room

0 17
Avatar for kika
Written by
4 years ago

I have excess walls that lose the experience of home and a lack of heart ability.

So, said the arrogant lady in white, your heart is working 60 percent. I took my bag: my heart works 100 percent

for my children, I muttered as I left.

Ever since my son got married, another void has settled in me.

I now live with three, in giant aquariums that from time to time

I call soooobe.

I nailed pictures of them to the walls,

so similar to Bosnia that I can calmly embrace anyone I see.

But that calm is just an illusion. When I lick it it has a taste of separation.

Later, the forty percent grave of my heart shines with the light of ordinary life

so thousands of human fish rage (h)

packs things in bags, laundries in the garden, cries and a raised T-shirt with glossy glasses

cracked from myself, at night I look hard at the sky and pray.

Once so, I polished all the spoons, practiced all the smiles for others, through the window

formed a plain for children's feet, I you, don't be lazy in that smaller room

I insert an ironing board, to make at least some sense

The daughter-in-law and the son sleep in the bigger one when they come

When they lock the door, they leave the possibility of reading behind

thoughts of distance and the smell of connection

She is not heard in tears

mothers

6
$ 0.18
$ 0.18 from @TheRandomRewarder

Comments