The love story of "my" parents
A narrative poem
"For there will be no more darkness for him, and no doubt he will be like Adam
as he was before the fall. able to see in the darkness."
My father's body is a world of horrors
His body is a city we never knew
He hides in the places where he has been and where we were going
His letters were about a house where he lived briefly
In the letters, the logic of his love grows
My father's body is a city of horrors
He is the only witness to its dance of terror
He hides where he has been, where we would have lost him
His letters are in a house where his body is frightened
He met death and wallowed with his thoughts.
On his last day, he closed himself in a room
with two bottles of gin, and later
Lying flat on the ground
So the cerebral blood flowed to
that had never been washed by the fluids
A new compartment that had never been scrubbed with fluid
He died in a few minutes of new peace.
His early life was a frightening comedy
My mother divorced him over and over again.
He would rush into the white eyes of the train
The magnetized cave
Once, in an attempt to achieve fame
He got drunk and collapsed in the street
In Ceylon, blocking the Parihar
-that of elephants, dancers, and local dignitaries.
Since it was a half-official, half-white spectacle
this move was seen as
a decisive turning point in the autonomy movement
and led to the independence of Ceylon in 1948.
(Mother did her part -
She was a terrible driver.
Whenever the villagers recognized her car
they threw stones at her)
Fourteen years of marriage
They each claimed that he or she
was the injured party.
Once at the Colombo pier
To a newlywed couple saying goodbye
The father was jealous of the mother's expressive feelings
So he dived headfirst into the dockside water
Chasing after the departing boat and waving goodbye
The mother pretended she didn't know him at all
He was caught in the crowd and returned to the hotel.
This time he was in the news again
Although his mother corrected the story in a text message to the editor
corrected the story - saying he was drunk
not heartbroken over a breakup with a friend.
When the boat arrived in Aden
the married couple received
two copies of the Ceylon Daily News.
Then in his last years
He was a silent drinker
A man who once a week
His bottle of wine disappeared into the room
He was there until he was very drunk
Until sober.
Where speeches, sleep, apologies
Gentle letters were created.
With the clarity of an architect
He writes a row of blue flowers
That his new wife planted
Write about his plan to put electric lights in the house
Write how my half-sister approached a snake
The snake awoke but did not harm her.
His credit is written in the most evocative script
His heart gradually expanded, expanded, expanded
Expanding to all the changes in his children and friends
And he moved into
his private
Terrible sharp hate
Until he stood firm and
Stretches his body upright
The blood roars into
The empty pool of bones
The blood searches his mind without metaphor
About the Creator
Strange Sue
Good enough before generously owned.
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