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11/25/17

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.

 

 

12/9/17

 

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.”

 

 

12/18/17

 

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

Endless.

Noiseless. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Alexander Mindo Joh-Jung

Fri 5th Jan 2018 03:25

Thanks

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Thu 4th Jan 2018 19:21

I like these snippets very much Mr Ghost.

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