Wohnzimmer | a poem

my brother is bodyless


I project my brother’s unforgotten body

onto men who pass me by

and reminisce


he stays dead

my younger brother feels older than me now


you destroyed yourself

and I came to say don’t disappear


a part of our mother

stretches itself towards the sky in July


a part of our mother is running around

trying to find her child

trying to recuperate

trying to hold onto her child


a part of our mother twitches

when she hears your name

because your name is a wound inside of her body now

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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