buchi (holes)
My. bank. account. will. have. money. again.
The. war. in. Gaza. may. never. end.
I may. never. know. what. I’m. supposed. to. do.
next.
The. beauty. of. spring. is. painful.
But. I’ll. let. the. light. in.
tagli (cuts)
<<I fill my body with clear water>>
<<Is there another way to live?>>
<<When I paint the kitchen blue, everything>>
<<will change. Tonight, my friends will go out>>
<<to hear country music, but I’ll stay home>>
<<To get to another dimension, I lose something>>
<<I take a nap, I read Lispector’s crônicas. There are colors>>
<<inside every person. Yellow will always be>>
<<the color of my mother’s first bicycle>>
teatrini (little theatres)
Today
I bought a dress
for a wedding in June.
Blue silk organza. The dress
will come in the mail from Mumbai.
I want to be a cloud. Or a tree—almost
chose green. What I want is to sit in the park
with everyone I love gathered together. I try to
see each person in my life as uncomplicated and
mysterious as a flower. Life moves like weather—colors
changing, all kinds of patterns. In the sky, more satellites
now, but they don’t exist for me any more than death
does. What I can’t see still exists. My friends are
trees
and
the
trees
are
my
friends.
-Morgan English