In this waltz, I carry you in my mouth;
Between little piano keys that snowflake wars.
On this floor my body is brass; grief stricken metal and
A wall is a leaf on fire so my mother looses her throat
And tried to pronounce requiem, she lifts her right palm
And becomes a lotus, she lurches towards a mirror
To gather my fate and father’s reflections, she waters her face,
Counts periwinkles, colours and the shell of a snail beside a broken pot.
She embodies a fish that drowned of thirst
And through the wind binoculars; a lapel folds a ladle
Through the kitchen window. A wild flower sprouts
From my mother’s palm and we are two steps into evolution;
A wormhole that made my father’s journey to soil 1 mile
Away from home; a recapulation of carefully collected snapshots
Of my father’s bones; his father’s bones; bones and more bones are now
Tree branches transforming into grief.
I dance; you dance; northern hemisphere harbours a hiccup and
My mother drowns.
I grow; you try to; you fail; schizophyta and rhizopus gather dead organic
Matter intracellularly and my brother is found identifying himself
I decline; my mother swallows earth; she drowns in between a
Floating microscopic heterotroph and grouped us into a photo album;
Zooplanktons. I name it grief,
She names me son and shades of coat colour counters my decline;
She names me an x-gene and I pause in between her war-teeth and a
River of thirst rubbing my chest gently.