what makes you sad
I’ve been inhaling and exhaling all my life.
Inhaling and exhaling may be
the two most frequent patterns etched in me.
As a child my mind would wander
to flashing scenes
of father’s love or black space
And I’d hold grandfather’s lion tooth
until it shone red blood in my palm;
then I’d think of Christ
waiting for Judas’ kiss.
I wish to water down mythical empresses
and unshackle the tree of life;
I am a grey flower wilting in the snow.
Inhaling and exhaling may be
the two most frequent patterns etched in me.
As a child my mind would wander
to flashing scenes
of father’s love or black space
And I’d hold grandfather’s lion tooth
until it shone red blood in my palm;
then I’d think of Christ
waiting for Judas’ kiss.
I wish to water down mythical empresses
and unshackle the tree of life;
I am a grey flower wilting in the snow.