“I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then, there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.”
– Emily Dickinson –
I was somebody in public,
I was nobody to me.
I am nobody to public now,
I am somebody in me.
I don’t know where to go.
for nobody, every day is vacation
at the same place.
I lost my mother,
not outside, but inside
instead I took all mothers as my mother,
the collective motherness, I honor it.
I want one.
cover my eyes, I will listen to your voice, with all my senses
like a hungry dog gobbling down his kibbles.
don’t tell me, I don’t believe that, or I don’t trust.
I will take kindness.
sometimes, that’s all I need, really.
who are you?
what am I?
sit down, it’s okay.
lost, unknown, I can feel your breath on my forehead.
stretch time with our hands,
stepping and treading around the land our feet are,
build a castle with a hundred windows,
the sunlight, the moon would reach to our fingertips.
sleep, in each other’s arms, it will do.
It will do.
<May 23rd, 2018>