Tonight I'm thinking about Jesus which isn't remarkable for most people on Christmas but it is for me. Which means that I'm really thinking about the light from Seamus Heaney's phone when he texted his wife don't be afraid seconds before he left his body behind. Don't be afraid, I tell my son as I buckle his seatbelt, don't be afraid I place a green dinosaur mask on his face, don't be afraid, I spray his toddler hands with disinfectant don't be afraid I hold him close and walk away from other mothers singing their own version of don't be afraid I say it so often I wonder if my son thinks the words are a series of sounds I hum when I'm around him to get through the day more comfort than language, more shape than mouth, more memory than body, more mother than person.
--Luisa Muradyan
I am more word than mouth. More child than man.
ReplyDeleteLeft the beach for a doctors appointment, what a fool.
Desperately wanting South, not North. No more North!
I am more word than mouth. More boy than man.
ReplyDeleteLeft the beach for a doctors appointment. What a fool.
Struggling to return south. No more North!
But my feet aren't letting me go...