Poems for my Lola Epyon
LOLA #1 Your absence is being born, and while my head wanted it to leave me soon so you will journey on peacefully in the land where there is no age or pain, my heart wanted it to dwell within me so you will stay afloat in my air where I can smell your presence. I am in a difficult labor now, and even refuse to give birth to it. The bed is placid with your leaving it and your blended food did not await your return. Your slippers will forever be away and here I am, not ready to release your absolute absence in this world. I fear to mother it. I fear it woud grow on me. 1.3.20 6.44am *** Lola #2 I went to the garden to gather the falling leaves like when I went to your room. One by one, I picked up brown crisp lifeless leaves like when I gathered your cup, pillows, unused diapers. I picked them out one by one as I also gathered my thoughts: brown leaves amidst the chichiricas, giving way to a chain of lively shrubs; crisp leaves between the vietna...