Erinnerungsfetzen | a poem

where are my mother’s arms

where are my mother’s legs

I am scared of our mother’s grief


there’s breath in her body

but it doesn’t hit the right spots

my mother’s body looks numb

in retreat, locked into herself

don’t hurt me a n y m o r e


the palms of her hands spread out

barely connected

our mother is barely palpable

she blinks twice as much

but slower

as if her reopening eyes could change the world



she consists of sounds unrecognisable

the sounds you hear that will become unforgettable

they’re barely audible

they’re air

the dead air, exhausted, in the living

grasping for a son, unfathomable


we breathe in our mother’s grief

that dissolved our mother’s body

u n c o n t a i n a b l e

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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