Surrender

Surrender. That is what they want I was told. Look at what happened: no time to dither, surrender. Here I am in the park. There are no skies.

Work

She screams at the top of her voice:

                                          Y-O-U    D-O   N-O-T   U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D

resigned to my fate, I apologise once more modulating each word with care and attention

but I am a foreigner, therefore no matter what my language is not hers, no matter what.

her face reddens as her ire explodes and request the presence of a true native speaker of her beloved Ennglish language.

 

Because

 

soup too hot

meat not done

salad not dressed

to standard 

Booommmm

 

ear bleeding

eye closed

maybe some hidden tears

 

 

Garden 4

Garden 3

Garden 2

Garden

There is

no shelter from the storm

swollen with hunger

the voices are coming

dazzle with pain

the hands embrace the void

 

And

She regrets leaving everything behind. The new light mellows like a drunken peach bathes her thoughts. 

Today

Her thoughts are informed by a sense of acute desperation. The city sinking in sewage covered miasma

Sometimes

Your hands clatter you say there is no peace there is no shelter

Your eyes shiver you say there is no more there is no sky

Skin

 

 

I have my skin: pellucid cloth devoid of thought 

Wanders the fields 

Never settles

Always at crossroads