I wonder what goes on in his head
the head lying heavy on the pillow
only his tears can move, his eyelids
my father’s sinking eyes afloat
*
and I don’t know what to say
how to move
around him
the decaying man
in the middle of a room
staring me down
pretending to know me
*
and I felt safe
an electric glass wall between us
where did you come from
*
the head lying heavy on the pillow
stillborn dialogues
instead of peace
*
where are you from
I am my father’s disentangled daughter
I am my mother’s resurrected daughter
Croque-Melpomene 