Snippets 2.




My mother was lovely I-Miss-You-Post-It-Notes and letter,

a hundred missed messages, phone calls and emails.


all over the walls, she left them

placed them

stitched them into a red scarf

I know she will never wear.





The notes are gone.

Their absence made the house a catacomb.

she gets lost in it…


found her once in a room.

felt the unapologetic shudder

of her chest as she draped her arms around me.
felt a shudder. felt a crying. felt a numbness a seething

a gasp a apology in her shuddering.


She doesn’t have to say it, but like a broken

tape recorder she loops

“I’m Sorry.” And it loops…

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”





Five Home Depot Boxes wait at the front door like how ‘fuck you’

waits in your school locker as a note

waits for several periods as a boy

waits to grow up as a man

waits well past his 50s to be brave as my mother

waits to be struck as the boxes

wait to be opened:

 lingerie, shirts, photos, albums, lip balm, hair dryer, more photos, more memories, antiques, reminders, even used tissue and hair follicles

scattered all over the floor. 

My mother cried the way snow falls









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Alexander Mindo Joh-Jung

Fri 5th Jan 2018 03:25


<Deleted User> (13762)

Thu 4th Jan 2018 19:21

I like these snippets very much Mr Ghost.

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