Hadi said that the weather didn’t bother him. well, those weren’t his exact words but it was something like he had no complaints about it. “we can’t change nature,” he’d said and so we must accept that. he couldn’t understand people who complained about nature. then, i went on to profess how much i loathed winter – all the darkness and snow.
afterwards, i felt like a fool.
pieces of text from a year and a half back in this book. mine is on page 28.
i might have already posted parts of it before. i can’t remember.
before all the sand slips through my fingers,
i hold on
to the pieces tucked in the creases of my palms.
“so shall we just sit here then?
rolling our eyes, twisting and pursing
our lips, staring at our feet and fingernails –
not willing to speak up
yet unable to hide our desires
to scream our lungs out.
tragic. i should say. tragic.
well, i’m going home. i’ve got laundry time tonight.”
how my stomach began to churn
like entangled chungi rubber bands
what a mess, what a mess
oh if only you could have seen.