Farewell to playground
* (2021.6.8)
After I left the courtroom, I thought about those unfinished stories a lot. Reheated plates; long walks that she didn’t get a chance to take; those mornings as well. I thought about the empty living room as if I were absent. As if we had been slowly erased one by one (what a relief!) without any knowledge of where and how this should possibly end. Only the audience can mercifully comment—a voice that cannot be unheard—sure, if this is not the closing scene, I can’t think of any.
* (2021.5.28)
it’s never impossible to come up with
plenty of reasons to forgive
but not to forget how it answers to a faint,
a uniquely beautiful, immensely
beautiful
prologue,
for instance,
the moment of realization!
that there has not (yet) been a gleam of truce or,
with your own choice of phrases absent (as always)
observing,
settling into laughters, compromises, remorses
isn’t it, exactly, our shared context?
“Dim the light, please.”
“No worries. It will end properly.”
(and there’s no such thing as a shared context)
* (2021.5.11)
when will a mute talk
about her cave prints
and toothbrushes,
while she awaits the answer, patiently,
she’s no longer in despair,
for there’s none
no one, not a single baggage to collect
pick a nameless song and
suit yourself