
when old uncles
and aunties come,
they fill my house
with floating words,
trivial words,
dusty dusty words.
and i feel so uneasy.
i have to cough,
and i cough and cough.
hell! uncles and aunties
catch me and scald
my whole heart
with floating words,
trivial words,
dusty dusty words.
and i feel stifled,
i have to run,
and i run and run.
you skinny skinny
pinky girl,
when are you going to
be a woman
and feed a man?,
their words echo
and dig holes in my heart
whenever i hear
a new ringing of bell
my grandma is old,
and she gets too many
visits, too many smiles,
and for me, too many wars.
i must tell you,
i must hide myself
in the darkness
of this basement.
i must tell you,
early mornings and
mid nights are
my only love.
© Sanna Wren
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