Thursday, November 25, 2010

learning disability

My aunt quoted 'April is the cruelest month' at least nine times that spring.

Every time, I wanted to tell her

"Days like these,
no matter who you call
no matter what music you listen to
no matter what you read and talk about
you should know that it would only be like choking yourself even more, old lady."


When I first started painting my nails,
it used to remind me that I was only a little girl.
I would sit on our kitchen floor at night,
where my mom spent most of her time.
I wondered if that kitchen was like her doll house.
So many possibilities to organize things; by color, size and shape etc. 
Everything waiting patiently behind closed doors, waiting for that peek-a-boo.
It would be really easy to think that everything
-your kids, your marriage, your alarm clock that wakes you up so you can make breakfast for your husband before he goes to work-is all fake.
There was this huge wooden case with glass doors
where my mom put her teacups she collected.
It might as well be called a sarcophagus.

Monday, November 15, 2010

I want to be like

warm palms

touch touch touch