All I Need


Sometimes, I forget
how I’m built, unable to listen
to the ticks
the slow mechanism
shifting away from

Sometimes, I search
for my mother, now laying in bed
under the bright lights,
her slow mechanism
frightening my nightmares
“This is reality,”
she said.

Sometimes, I don’t care
of the world, but I see her
back bended
a U not built for elasticity,
and underneath
eyes locked, hands firm
working, sewing
fabrics of years

But every time, she’s all I need
she’s all I dream, and each time I cry
for her, only her words
of comfort
of acceptance
of everything the seas, children, cities, and lovers
cannot give me
is all I need.


A Moment


Perhaps not real but true,
The mother and daughter run

It’s not like calling in sick out of the blue,  
For that moment, done

Once the lie works. It goes back
To the beginning, warming up

cause they’ll be together despite the lack
Of time and time that spills over the cup.