1/12/2017

 

changing

 

We have these kids running around like lions and gazelles
All over our furniture and into our beds and teeth

We push and pull them into our organs and rub their hair until we are crippled by a falling bloody nose and broken arms

As family, we move and move some more, and I canít get myself

I will call my mother and listen to some other person pick up the phone, I will call my father and practice Spanish (they give away numbers so quick) I will call my sister and love her, I will call my other sister but she never answers. I imagine her looking at the phone, and seeing my name.

We have all these numbers that go to some places