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Days come and soon gone like a blink with no smile. She sees not she hears not but the sounds of her mind. gone wild. The road has grown darker. Steeper. Longer. Deeper. Steeper. Long-. . .perhaps she has since this before. yes, once before.
No longer frightened by the curves or strangled by her mind. she is comfortable with discomfort. YELL. Conscious. Shift. Unconscious. Shift. Head hanging she is not there. Her son sits before her. Its been twenty five years. she does not know. Him. a distant memory. Who is this old man? eyeglasses the size of her face. she cannot see. Him. voice a recollection from the distant past. she almost remem-. shift . And fall. her head. Her head shifts and falls. she melts into the foreign chair. Memories remain buried in the pockets of her soul. They feed her tea hoping to replenish the silent buds. Lips pursed. Dry. Again. she falls asleep. Darkness.
She is back home. Cheloh kabab xale xub bud. And her appetite has returned. She is in control yet again. . .she pees in her pants. perhaps, not quite. Roles reversed. My poor mother. Her poor brother. The sadness spreads. whipped is the unsalted butter. tired are we all.
She knows not what to do. Her bedside table. she knows not how to speak. Chaos is the music of her ears. She knows not how to feel. But to love. Oh to love. She holds on. thats why. She holds on. ey ba ba. Che range xube. To hale xanume. To koja rafti? Where did I go? Yesterday. I haven’t gone anywhere. I just saw her yesterday.
I am confused by her confusion. My tone changes and actions shift. And fall. she falls. Her head. And melts into the hospital bed of her room. Arm resting on the chilling aluminum railing that separates our generations. Maen farsi nemidunaem. Miduni. you should know by now, I do not speak farsi.
