city in flames

I look around

              The summer  inhabits the acrid skins

                      Someone calls for water

 

                                               I ungulate- the grass soothes my pace

                                       

                                                                                        I drip on their cups and smile. 

to

I utter sounds

they look through

I go louder and louder

the light withers

there is no home

Nowadays

I don't open my mouth, i don't look or breathe, this sky has never accepted me

Surrender

Surrender. That is what they want I was told. Look at what happened: no time to dither, surrender. Here I am in the park. There are no skies.

Work

She screams at the top of her voice:

                                          Y-O-U    D-O   N-O-T   U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D

resigned to my fate, I apologise once more modulating each word with care and attention

but I am a foreigner, therefore no matter what my language is not hers, no matter what.

her face reddens as her ire explodes and request the presence of a true native speaker of her beloved Ennglish language.

 

Because

 

soup too hot

meat not done

salad not dressed

to standard 

Booommmm

 

ear bleeding

eye closed

maybe some hidden tears

 

 

Garden 4